February 15th, 2005

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Well technically it is no longer V-day for anyone except yamadara, but still.

My valentines this year came from Sue, my Dad and Shelby. Yeah, I'm lame.

In lieu of buying valentines myself, I supported the suffering greeting card industry by buying two thank you cards to send to my soldiers, Bruce and Richard (*ignores fandomy significance of those names la la la*). And I'm going to remember to put together an Easter care package in a couple of weeks. Even if these guys don't specifically celebrate the real meaning of Easter, the secularized version is safe enough. Who can say no to candy?

Thought folks might be interested in some song reccs so that they can download them illegally buy a $20 cd for one song on the basis of what I said.
- Howie Day: Collide
- Kelly Clarkson: Breakaway and Since U Been Gone
- Lifehouse: You and Me
- Anna Nalick: Breathe (2 a.m.)
- Keane: Somewhere Only We Know
- Avril Lavigne: Nobody's Home
- LeAnn Rimes: Nothin' Bout Love Makes Sense
- Jem: They, Just a Ride and 24

Lenny Kravtiz's "Lady" has grown on me much more than I expected it to. But I still hate U2's "Vertigo" with a deep dark hatred that goes beyond any common sense. I simply detest it.
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On page four of my zine-fic, which is actually going to be Atlantis-fic. Tere knows all about it, because she was completely awesome the other night and helped me plot it out.

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I did start another fic - an SG1 fic - but it's not really a story... mostly just a vehicle to figure out the whole Jack/Sam/Pete thing from Sam's point of view. I think it could be interesting, but the thought processes involved are very elusive. You know how sometimes you "think out" an especially good line, but by the time you get a chance to write it down it's gone? With this story it's like it's gone almost as soon as I think it! And the useable little snatches come at the most inconvenient times.

By the way... would anyone like to make me a good Weir/McKay icon? I have this one *points* but it's so lame. And so many of you are so amazingly talented. *flatters*
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From Tim Blair's blog (http://timeblair.net):

Mark Steyn on asymmetrical cultural warfare:
"The merest glimpse of a freaky West Virginia tramp leading an Abu Ghraib inmate around with girlie knickers on his head was enough to prompt calls for Rumsfeld's resignation, and for Ted Kennedy to charge that Saddam's torture chambers were now open "under new management", and for Robert Fisk to be driven into the kind of orgasmic frenzy unseen since his column on how much he enjoyed being beaten up by an Afghan mob: "Just look at the way US army reservist Lynndie England holds the leash of the naked, bearded Iraqi," wrote Fisk. "No sadistic movie could outdo the damage of this image. In September 2001, the planes smashed into the buildings; today, Lynndie smashes to pieces our entire morality with just one tug on the leash."

Who's straining at the leash here? Down, boy. But, if Lynndie's smashed to pieces our entire morality with just one tug, Bush's Zionist neocons getting it on with Congolese kindergarteners would have the Independent calling for US expulsion from the UN - no, wait, from Planet Earth: slice it off from Maine to Hawaii and use one of those new Euro-Airbuses to drag it out round the back of Uranus.

But systemic UN child sex in at least 50 per cent of their missions? The transnational morality set can barely stifle their yawns. If you're going to rape prepubescent girls, make sure you�re wearing a blue helmet.

Very impressive op-ed piece, imo.
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Meant to finish up the review for Full Alert this afternoon before work -- until I had my ass kicked by the worst. Cramps. Ever.

Sorry, guys on my flist. But they were.

A long time ago I remember hearing about a male doctor who did some kind of "study" and determined that cramps during "that time of the month" were just a figment of women's imaginations. He should be chopped up and the pieces buried in an unmarked grave.

Thankfully when this does happen it doesn't last long. I writhed in pain from about 11:30 til 1pm, then slept for an hour, and now I feel pretty much normal again... other than feeling vaguely like I've been punched in the gut.


Working 4-10pm, although I will not be in the least surprise if I have to stay longer to help close up. In fact, I think the 10pm is probably a colossal mistake.

It's raining again. The Jerry-cat is huddled outside. Poor little bugger. It's supposed to be like this for the next week. I wish we could bring him inside.
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