September 25th, 2005


SGA rec: #435, The Atlantis Local Stitch'n'Bitch Chapter (SGA, J/R)

#435, The Atlantis Local Stitch'n'Bitch Chapter by rageprufrock. You'll laugh, you'll cry...actually you'll just laugh until you sprain something and send cats running in terror from the room. It would even make Jack Bristow smile! No, no--not really. He'd flee the room in terror. But that's no reflection on the story itself.

Meanwhile, I discovered a cure for cancer managed to make it across town to the licensing office yesterday and get my car tags renewed--only five months late! A small hope buds in my breast, like a tiny crocus tip sprouting through the spring thaw, that I may someday do my taxes.

I have to go to work today. But fortunately I have a remix of Madonna singing "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina" so all is well.


Some DH icons, for anyone who wants them. From The Dark Side.

No, I do not have a fetish for his nose. Or the lovely shape of his young, boyish head. I mean, seriously, does my interest fit any of these definitions? 1. An object of unreasonably excessive attention or reverence. 2. Something, such as a nonsexual part of the body, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification. 3. An abnormally obsessive preoccupation or attachment; a fixation... Oh, shut up.


I'm really more and more glad I gave this show another chance. Watching "Blue Highway" now. This cracked me up:
SCENE: A chop-shop auto-parts yard at night during an FBI raid, Julian McMahon as John; Robert Davi as Bailey.

A car horn blares and a bright light shines in their faces. Bailey ducks and reaches for his gun. John pulls his own weapon and steps forward, aiming at the light shining in their eyes.

JOHN: Federal officer. Don't move!

(The flashlight tilts up toward a man's face, casting shadows from underneath. It is EMMETT, a homeless man, who stares uncertainly into space and appears not entirely present in the world the rest of us share.)

EMMETT: (slowly) Don't shoot.

JOHN: Then don't move.

(JOHN tucks his gun away and kneels down to search EMMETT.)

BAILEY: What are you doing here?

EMMETT: (slowly) I'm Emmett.

JOHN: Got any weapons on you, Emmett?

EMMETT: I got a frog in my pocket.

(A frog ribbits.)

JOHN, turning to look over his shoulder at BAILEY, deadpan: So you do.

transcript cribbed from defunct source & edited