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17 February 2006 @ 05:32 pm
friday. all day. it has a ring to it.  


I went to my doctor's office late yesterday afternoon to pick up my prescription slips, and as I was walking up Capitol Hill along Seneca I looked over and noticed the empty plaza and the stone architecture in Freeway Park, and how the light filtered through the trees, and it reminded me of things I couldn't put my finger on, but that didn't matter. It was nippy and windy, and I listened to songs on my iPod. I walked all the way to the doctor's, and then to the pharmacy, and then home--fairly long stretches. Actual exercise. And I kept noticing the buildings and other stuff and having thoughts like:

- I should walk down this street, because I never do.
- Those buildings were obviously built in the sixties but they're pretty cool looking.
- Cat! Sitting in the window! Big fluffy-ruffed cat!
- PEEPS! Peeps are on sale again! GIVE ME LITTLE WHITE CHICKIE PEEPS NOW!

And noticing the genteel old ladies in their cloth coats coming out of the grand hotel in a whiff of perfume, and how the wind rattled the tree leaves suddenly above me, and then a block later, made the stiff fronds of a palm clatter together. Also, the sky was blue and the clouds were fluffy.

I think the Prozac elevates my mood to just about what a normal person must feel on an average day.

I've also gotten a bunch of things done: I paid some bills and did other financial stuff, did laundry, put on make-up the last few days, took all my meds on time in a regular way for the past week, got things done at work, etc etc. Wild.


Meanwhile, fannishly. I wonder how odd it is, my ability to get wildly excited over a story that nails canon--when the character voices and behaviors seem dead-on--and yet at the same time harbor private views of the characters that I know are wildly OOC. With the harem pants and the weeping and so on.

When I write, I *try* to avoid the self-indulgence of coloring outside the lines of character. And I should say that I'm talking about character skewing here as something entirely different from cracktastic plot elements--it's one thing to turn Rodney into a rabbit; it's another thing to make him a weepy emo rabbit with suicidal tendencies. I don't know how well I do though at staying in character. I think being fannish comes with built-in blind spots. When I go back to look at old SG-1 stories of mine, I sometimes think: why the *hell* did I write that? Come to think of it, a lot of the blind spots probably never go away.

Semi-relatedly...SGA fandom makes me so happy that sometimes I feel a momentary twinge of anxiety about just the *possibility* that it could someday stop being a happy place for me. But right now it's all good. These things in particular made me happy today:Now I'm leaving the office and I think I'm going to go sit in a café for a while, and do very little of any importance. It sounds like a plan.
 
 
 
Caminando, desaparezco: Mind killing - Imargueritem on February 18th, 2006 02:04 am (UTC)
Squirrels! More evil than raccoons! They will break into your home and eat your head like a peanut while you are sleeping!

They will not! You and your spurious lies! For years now, my neighbourhood has lived in peace with the Squirrels.

They just chase each other around and groom themselves while sitting on the fence.

Although, I've heard rumours of secret meetings to conquer the various parts of the world where there are no Squirrels. Yet. But their reign is benevolent, and they only demand peanuts as tributes.

You will bow before the Squirrel Queen or perish resisting!!!!

**

And speaking of cats! *points to icon* That's my Rodney as a cat!icon. *pets Rodney. He's in a sink.
Anna S.: cat-adorableeliade on February 18th, 2006 02:35 am (UTC)
Elizabeth, sounding panicky: "Rodney's in the sink again!"
John, laconic: "Just scoop him out, Elizabeth." -pause- "You might want to give him a smack on the whiskers too. He's never going to learn unless you discipline him."
Rodney: "I SCRATCH YOUR HAIRY SHINS, FLYBOY!!!! SCRAAAAATCH!!!!"
John, not so laconic: "ARGHHHHHHHHHOWWWWWWW!"
Caminando, desaparezcomargueritem on February 18th, 2006 02:42 am (UTC)
*giggles like mad*

**

It occurs to me that Rodney, were he transformed into a cat and be in the presence of Sam Carter, would totally take advantage if she didn't know that the cat is he. *giggles*
Anna S.: cat-blueeliade on February 18th, 2006 02:46 am (UTC)
He would totally knead her breasts! *glee*
Caminando, desaparezco: Fledge and Marguerite - by Imargueritem on February 18th, 2006 02:48 am (UTC)
heee!
Anna S.: rodney-happy-smileeliade on February 18th, 2006 02:56 am (UTC)
Actually, here's a picture of Sam with Rodney when he was a cat. It's a period in his life he really doesn't like to talk about.

adannuadannu on February 18th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
Hee! Someone needs to give John lessons in dealing with Rodney the Cat.
Alizarin_NYC: rodney bright eyedalizarin_nyc on February 18th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC)
Hee! Fluffy clouds and Rodney as a cat! *adds to list of reasons why I love you*

Let me just add to the chorus that your characters are so unbelievably dead on, I scratch my head and wonder how you do it and why you are not a writer for some new show Joss is putting together, or a writer on SG-1 or something. (Oh, but then that stuff on SG-1 would actually be GOOD.)

And even if Rodney WAS a weepy emo rabbit, you'd write the most beautiful Rodney as weepy emo rabbit that ever was, and it would totally be in character. I mean, come on, you made me believe in the undisputed, canonically unrequited One True Love of Jack/Vaughn...!
inappropriately bibliophilicraucousraven on February 18th, 2006 06:32 am (UTC)
Oh, the otter cheekpuff. It's like ODing on adorableness.

Friday afternoons at a cafe in a world with blue skies and near-normal serotonin levels? Sounds delightful indeed.
tovalentin on February 18th, 2006 07:58 am (UTC)
The grey otter on the right is scowling. I suspect that one's Rodney. The white one with the weak smile is probably Carson.
Pamgoosegirl9 on February 19th, 2006 07:09 am (UTC)
Yeah for Prozac. Sometimes it makes me euphoric.
Poshykittyposhcat on February 20th, 2006 12:41 am (UTC)
>>With the harem pants and the weeping and so on.

::dies of the love for you::
flagrantly inauthenticand_the_damned on April 3rd, 2007 06:23 am (UTC)
kinda new to SGA!!!
hellooooo

I've been enjoying your LJ and especially your fic and added you so I can keep up!