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First item up for bid this evening: how the heck d'you spell irresistible? I always thought like that, with an 'i', and I'm sure it's spelled that way in The Corrs' song of the same name, but I've seen it as 'irresistable' twice today. Once in an advertisement.
Second: Stargate! The First Ones to be specific. Let me first say Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny. And then aww Rothman. And then DANNY. And then squee! And then Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny. And then aww, no glasses. And then EEE THE HEAD SCARF. And then Danny! Danny! Danny! And then I love this show. And finally, Danny.
I figured that, since Pyrae has not shot down this idea and in fact seemed to like it, I will let everyone else in on my Stargate fic plot bunny, because quite frankly I am no scientist and I have no idea how to make it work if I ever try to write it.
The basic idea: Evil Goa'uld device. Bang, Danny out cold. Flee, flee to the Stargate. Danny in coma. Danny wakes up and doesn't seem to recognize anyone and can't speak. Fraiser (still alive because as far as I'm concerned her death was a bad fanfic) informs The Team that Danny has lost his thoughts, memories, dreams - basically, everything that makes him Daniel. Just an empty shell. HP fans, think Dementor's Kiss. Jack freaks. Sammy is teary. (Not because she's a girl, I'm not stupid, because HELLO IT'S CANON did you not see Fire and Water?) And they have to find Daniel which is hard because, um, he's not in his body.
Yes. As you can see, I'm just pathetic.
Enough of the Stargate talk! On to...what I've written today!
Nothing.
I should go write something, shouldn't I?
Oh, and the last thing: I really effing hate some commercials. These include:
1. Any and all offspring of the Six Flags commercial. The first one was so good and all the new ones are just boring.
2. Any and all commercials which promote a product by saying smugly that it is better than any (named) competitor. Just "oh, look how great we are compared to this generic thing" is fine, but I remember a time when I boycotted Burger King for a few years because of the "Burger King fries are yummier than McDonald's fries" thing.
3. Stereotypes! Especially gender-related stereotypes! Words cannot express my loathing for the Gillette skin care commercial. No, my medicine cabinet does not look like that. I use one skin care product, and that is for my acne. And I have the distinction of being a woman, thanks, as proved by the dreadful stomachache which is currently upsetting me.
4. The oh-so-obviously scripted commercials that pretend to be real. The skin cancer/sunscreen promoter comes to mind.
Eh, there are probably more, but none I can think of right now.
Second: Stargate! The First Ones to be specific. Let me first say Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny. And then aww Rothman. And then DANNY. And then squee! And then Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny. And then aww, no glasses. And then EEE THE HEAD SCARF. And then Danny! Danny! Danny! And then I love this show. And finally, Danny.
I figured that, since Pyrae has not shot down this idea and in fact seemed to like it, I will let everyone else in on my Stargate fic plot bunny, because quite frankly I am no scientist and I have no idea how to make it work if I ever try to write it.
The basic idea: Evil Goa'uld device. Bang, Danny out cold. Flee, flee to the Stargate. Danny in coma. Danny wakes up and doesn't seem to recognize anyone and can't speak. Fraiser (still alive because as far as I'm concerned her death was a bad fanfic) informs The Team that Danny has lost his thoughts, memories, dreams - basically, everything that makes him Daniel. Just an empty shell. HP fans, think Dementor's Kiss. Jack freaks. Sammy is teary. (Not because she's a girl, I'm not stupid, because HELLO IT'S CANON did you not see Fire and Water?) And they have to find Daniel which is hard because, um, he's not in his body.
Yes. As you can see, I'm just pathetic.
Enough of the Stargate talk! On to...what I've written today!
Nothing.
I should go write something, shouldn't I?
Oh, and the last thing: I really effing hate some commercials. These include:
1. Any and all offspring of the Six Flags commercial. The first one was so good and all the new ones are just boring.
2. Any and all commercials which promote a product by saying smugly that it is better than any (named) competitor. Just "oh, look how great we are compared to this generic thing" is fine, but I remember a time when I boycotted Burger King for a few years because of the "Burger King fries are yummier than McDonald's fries" thing.
3. Stereotypes! Especially gender-related stereotypes! Words cannot express my loathing for the Gillette skin care commercial. No, my medicine cabinet does not look like that. I use one skin care product, and that is for my acne. And I have the distinction of being a woman, thanks, as proved by the dreadful stomachache which is currently upsetting me.
4. The oh-so-obviously scripted commercials that pretend to be real. The skin cancer/sunscreen promoter comes to mind.
Eh, there are probably more, but none I can think of right now.