Simon. The other day z_rayne linked to a highly cool essay on Firefly's Simon Tam, called Bushwhacked: Outer space, deviant sexualities, and FIREFLY's fanciest lad. Just really fun to read. ("I stand firmly by the assertion that if you call someone a 'man-ape gone wrong thing,' it's actually code for wanting to have hot monkey sex with that person.")
SGA. minnow1212 wrote Face Value, a completely fantastic M/S telepathy story that never goes where you expect it to go exactly (that being a good thing, in how it plays the reader along with a deft hand), and is full of human beings being human. It makes me feel for Rodney and for everyone else--Weir, Cobb, Zelenka. *tiny happy wibble*
SGA 2. We watched "Hide and Seek," "Sanctuary," and "Before I Sleep" last night. All good, and OH MY GOD, PEOPLE, I thought it very possible that you were all collectively and wishfully exaggerating about the jealous gayness of Rodney in "Sanctuary." But you WEREN'T. Holy Hannah. o.O
Clancy. I tried to read a Tom Clancy novel the other day. I got 50 pages into a 9000-page book, and then my eyes glazed over and my brain went to sleep. Too bad. I wanted to read a good CIA novel. Now I'm trying a Kirk McGarvey book by David Hagberg. Not bad so far.
PMS 2. I'm tired. Really really tired. And my face has broken out like a broken thing. I could not look any worse unless aliens were actually bursting from my flesh.
Weather. It's late June and it's cold enough that I saw a guy wearing a trenchcoat and a furry hat with earflaps this morning. Coming up is Seattle Pride and then the Fourth of July, and yet somewhere inside, I can't shake the feeling that it's still February.
And now I