For easy reference -- these are (more or less) all of the fic-type things I've posted, either on my own journal, at comms, or reposts of things posted elsewhere. Everything is arranged by category, with the newest fics listed first.

( All the Fic )

One thing I do like about my school is that we get out fairly early. Which is to say that, excepting finals next week (which, thanks to being in a lot of research-project oriented classes this semester, I only have one and a half-ish of) I'm doooone. For the semester, anyway. Which means I get to finally end my self-imposed LJ exile, admittedly a little early, since I believe my words to myself were " - and no playing until finals are over, no, not even a little." I hate having to go on LJ hiatus, especially as I feel like I've been more than I haven't this school year, but about this time last year, as I recall, I was cramming frantically for an exam that I didn't study enough for AT ALL because A million years into the sky had eaten my brain. No good. My professor, not so interested in my (quite elaborate, might I add) timeline for that story. Huh.

So now the biggest catchup ever begins. If you've posted fic or something cool in the last...uh, three months (?!), I'm not only encouraging self-pimp, but actually asking. Let's see the goods! Other-people-pimp is also wonderful, natch. And, because this has been floating around in my head for about two weeks and I haven't allowed myself to go looking: there must be either some SG-1 or J/D as detectives/police officers AR-fics out there, right? That just has to have been done. I would like to read it. Usually starting_gate and green_grrl are my go-to ladies on the awesome rec compilations, but if the AU/AR theme lists exists on either of those two journals I've somehow stupidly managed to miss them. So! Anybody?

My Ark of Truth related question of the moment is:

( This is a pressing issue, people! )

Because someone really needs to get on that.

I have to offer up so many thanks unto the gods of fandom for having the AoT release happen the week of my spring break, making it possible for me to actually watch it the day I got it and have time to spend on LJ reading reactions and putting mine up. (I'm still alive, by the way! Although I'm coming to terms with the fact that this year of school is just not kind to my prospects of being very fannishly active on a reliable basis.)

So! Ark of Truth, my reaction to which was basically ( Oh, Teal'c! Daniel! TEAL'C! )

Wow, that got long. Stargate. Yaaaay, Stargate! My status as squeeing fangirl is thus restored.

First of all, for starting_gate, princessofg, redbyrd_sgcfic, and zats_clear: as the fic currently NOT in your inbox will attest to, I will apparently be belaying that call for hand-holding, as upon review I have discovered that I am still at the 'aiiiiiiiieeee, this story is the devil!' stage. I will check back in with you guys when I upgrade to 'I do not currently want to kill this story and everyone in it' status and see if you are still available/willing, if that's okay? Which leads me to...

I have been having, thoughts, people. Thoughts! Vaguely internal-metaish thoughts, in fact, which is somewhat rare for me, as my thought process usually involves trying to decide how best to insert myself into the entertainment industry for the express purposes of getting someone to write me a Die Hard-esque action movie to blow stuff up in, or contemplating whether or not my favorite Sim family should get a puppy. (One of those things is 100% true and the other, about half. I withhold comment on which is which.) Lately, though... contemplative. Mostly about writing.

( I would like to make a conscious effort to suck less than I currently do. )

Okay, a couple things:

( SGA 4x12, Spoils of War )

I really do want to like this show but... gah!

SGA 4x11, 'Be all my sins remember'd'...or, ( My teal deer beef with SGA, let me show you it. )

In non-why-SGA-is-bugging-the-crap-out-of-me related news, I think I need some hand-holding on this apocafic, loathe as I am to admit it. I'm stalling out in the very middle of the story and could probably use some eyes that aren't mine on it, because something's broken and I don't know what it is. It's Jack & Daniel (but gen) and if anyone's willing to have a look once I get a functioning draft of the third section down, I will owe you forever.

I work at a childrens' theater. This can be either a lot more or lot less fun than it sounds, depending on the day or, in some cases, the ten minutes in which you ask me about it. Our kids are mostly all somewhere between 7 and 15, but the vast majority are 9-13ish (and let me tell you, you want good times? Middle school girls, my friends. Nothing says shrieking dramarama to me like a bunch of 13 year-olds with theatrical tendencies locked in a rehearsal room together.)

So, of course, we're doing High School Musical right now. I say 'of course' because every youth theater in the country has done this show sometime in the last year, I think. (And if someone knows of one that hasn't please let me know, because that executive director deserves a friggin' parade. I do not, for the record, welcome Zac Effron as my new floppy-haired overlord. Or any of the rest of the cast, for that matter. Not even the boy with the awesome hair and the balls to bill himself as Cordon Bleu with a straight face. (Well, Corbin, but whatever.) Although he is adorable and I hope he can buy his soul back from Disney one day. Or at least manage to extricate himself from the franchise, because it has to be the worst piece of crap movie I've ever had to sit through. But today I found out that besides having an absolutely ridonkulous plot and about the least accurate portrayal of high school life ever (I mean, in my school we would do all of our lunchroom song-and-dance breaks in four-part harmony at least, for one thing), it also has fandom. Fandom! That my kids at work are actively participating in!

I'm torn. On the one hand: yes! Grow, my wee fanbrats, grow! On the other hand: we need to talk about your source material.

I only discovered all this today because a bunch of the girls were all talking about their very own High School Musical stories. I'm sorry -- ahahahahahaha! I love it. Apparently one is working on one where a new girl transfers to Whatchamacallit High and even though girls aren't allowed on the basketball team zomg!!! she is determined to play and she's actually Gabriella's best friend from elementary school and she and Chad fall in love forever, hurrah! (If this girl's name is not [First name of author] Crystal Jennifer Moonbeam Serenity [Last name of author], I will be sorely disappointed. And I hope her eyes are purple. The author is 12. Mary Sue your heart out, girl.) Another one is apparently writing one where Gabriella gets into a car crash right before prom. Oh noes! Adorable.

Now I just need to get them some better canon to work with. (I think I'm going to see if the girl writing the Mary Sue story has read the Alanna books...I think she'd dig 'em.)

Sigh. My love for Jon Stewart is endless, yes, but Comedy Central needs to get him his writers back. Make a deal, Comedy Central. Maaaaake a deaaaaaaal, ooooOOOooooOOOooo.

/voodoo.

So here's the problem: I'm trying very hard to end the world for abyssinia4077's finish-a-thon but, surprisingly, the apocalypse is rather resistant to being brought about. Who knew? I'm up to three completely different (partial) scenarios, none of which I can actually write. Feh! There's the one with a big empty hotel, and Jack and Daniel broooooding for a long ass time, but that's stalled out in a middle section that I can't get past. There's the one with the Ori plague that has no plot except Daniel Angsts A Lot and The Tok'ra Suck. And there's the one that I wanted to write before and then I talked to surreallis about abandoned cities and now I really want to write it except for that one, SG-1 can't figure out how the world ended and, uh...neither can I.

Stubborn old world -- I'm so gonna end up getting beaten with shoelaces.

...I think she might be a slasher.

We're on the couch, gleefully playing 'solve the crime before Gil Grissom does.' George Eads is being George Eads (and it's even one of the good hair seasons), so I'm pretty much set. Then this conversation happens.

Mom: *sigh* Oh, Nick.
Me: Uh-huh.
Mom: I mean, this should be really boring. What's he doing, wandering around opening and closing trash can lids?
Me: And yet, I'm fascinated.
Mom: I know! He's my favorite TV cop.
Me: Me too! Him and Derek Morgan.
Mom: Oh...yes. I like him.
Me: *sigh*
Mom: *sigh...long pause...* I think they should do a crossover with them.
Me: ...yes. Yes, they should.

The family that pervs together....

Also, a big belated thank you to ivory_gates for the fireworks! Pretty! (Slightly mesmerizing, in fact.) My first vgift and it's so sparkly.

(And seriously, folks. There have got to be some CSI/Criminal Minds people on my flist. Nick and Derek? That's a story that needs to exist.)

ETA: Okay, maybe this is a deliberate costuming decision (I have not seen the torrent so I don't know what happens -- and please don't tell me!) but I was just looking at the Ark of Truth DVD cover art and, come on Bridge/MGM/wardrobe people/design folks/whoever decides these things. I think Vala rates a uniform. Teal'c's promo shot got updated -- fix Claudia Black's shirt, please.

I am, as always, entertained by the Daniel Jackson Slight-Upwards-Squint of Righteousness, though.

Almost didn't do one of these, since the answer to the question "What fics did you write in 2007?" -- with the exception of one or two five things pieces -- is, "Um, all of them." The questions I've stolen from surreallis because I really enjoyed reading her answers, and I've never particularly reflected back or done commentaries on any of my stuff, which is...lazy.

( 2007 Fic Archive )

( And assorted thoughts/babbling about the fic this year. )

A late one for houldouttrout's Christmas prompts, except I started writing them and realized that, headers notwithstanding, they were not at all Christmasy. Er...oops? So I guess I'll just keep it here, instead of there. Also, I totally stole the format from sidlj, unintentionally, but credit where it is due.

The original prompt was "Original Team: Twelve Days of Christmas, SG-1 style." I have to say, some of those days in the middle were a streeeetch. ('Maids-a-milking'? Come on.) And for some reason, when I do related drabbles, I tend to torture Jack. What's up with that? I tried to spread it around a little this go, but...eh. Poor Jack. Always gets the worst of it.

( Year in Review: 12 months, 12 plants, 12 drabbles. (One terrible song.) )

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Whew, okay. That's it. No more fic this year. Happy New Year, everybody!

Here we go, another one of those posts for compiling some of the random bits and pieces that I haven't done anything with. Not a lot, this go, since mostly what's cluttering up my hard drive at the moment are WIPs (apocafic, I'm looking at you), although next time that 'post pieces of your WIP-fic' meme goes around, I am so there.

Anyway. This one happened -- I think -- after some chatter in someone else's journal about the SGC being haunted. I want to say it was paian, and not just because I tend to blame everything on her, as she's a sneaky little enabler. (ps, Komos, remind me to post pictures of those cookies.) It also has to have the crackiest OC I've written in any fandom, ever. Not the crackiest scenario, but up there. Just, cracky, in general.

( Daniel makes a friend, seasons 6/8. ~850. Warnings for Jimi Hendrix and complete non-enlightenment. )

Opening to an attempt at an apocalpyse_kree fic that didn't end up going anywhere.

( The only way anywhere near the mountain was on foot. ~600. Warnings for teh mellodramaaaaaa. )

Another abandoned story-that-wasn't for apocalypse_kree, this time for a prompt that I didn't even claim -- which is good, since, abandoned. If you're sensing that apocafic problems are a theme for me this time, you would be correct.

( I think the prompt was something about death and the Tok'ra. ~700. Warnings for total lack of context, some trippy-dippyness, and very confusing italicization. )

Apparently at some point I was planning to put an apocalypse in there.

Aaand, a piece of something or other I was playing with for paian's Next Steps verse (See? Blame everyone on Komos), because she very kindly said people could play and no one did, which is just a travesty. A travesty I assisted, because neither did I. This would have been a story called 'Things They Don't Teach You In Basic' and would have had section headers like 'gruel: it's what's for dinner. and breakfast. and lunch.' and 'getting thrown in jail is easy; getting out, slightly less so.' and have had lots of off-world exploration and wacky hijinx and fun with Cassie. If I had written it. Which I didn't.

( Team building, if soldiers were Pokemon. ~600. Warnings for very unorthodox assignment approaches and way too many OCs. )

Okay! Clean house. New stuff for 2008. That is not bad apocafic. I really hope.

Last night I had the very weird fandom deja-vu experience of recognizing a name from an older fandom that I used to be active in (before I was dragged - kicking and screaming, I tell you! - into SG-1. Or at least, dragged gesturing empathetically and speaking loudly into watching an episode, and then I was good to go). I'm weird like this: if I'm inactive for a while online, I'm always really sheepish about coming back (see: last post). Don't ask me, I dunno. After a particularly long absense from the old journal, which involved, among other things, hospitalization, I just...didn't post anymore. Err. Which kind of sucked, since there were some very cool people in that (very small) fandom.

And then yesterday! So I went cruising through the journal of yesteryear, and I had totally forgotten that there had been a little preliminary SG-1 chatter with the one other girl I knew watched it. Best entry?

"Ew, Sam and Jack are so gross....I'm so disturbed by my own crush on Ba'al." (And in comments, "He's an evil little dreamboat.")

I think I was somewhere in season six (?) at the time, after having mainlined everything else in about a month. Clearly my predilections were apparent early. Although IIRC this was before I stumbled onto SG-1 slash. "Jack and Daniel together? Ho ho! I see what you did there."

ETA: No offense intended to my J/S friends, of course. You know I'm all about the great and tooby (thanks kalquessa!) multishipping love now.

Okay, boys and girls, be sure to study this, because there will be a quiz. To review...

Things That Are Good:
Semesters ending
Getting to take a break from living with your roommates for a while, before any inconvenient murder occurs
The apples you get in holiday gift baskets. Where are these the rest of the year? Seriously.
24-hour Christmas music radio stations...whee!
Fandom. OH, Fandom, I've missed yooooooou.
Christmaaaaaas.

Things That Are NOT Good:
Finals. Good Lord, Professor, who pissed in your Cheerios the day you drafted that mother up?
Registering for classes. ("What do you mean our program can't possibly prepare you for any of the graduate programs you're interested in. Why, look at all of our classes, however can this be?" Uh, I dunno, you tell me.)
Psychology of Perception. Just don't, folks.
/friends?skip=10000. *weeps*
My car's lack of four wheel drive. Ow.
Brussel sprouts... don't ask.

No explanation for my prolonged absence at the moment, because honestly, I could tell you guys, and you'd never believe me. Endless. So lets skip it.

Now I'm back home. Yay! And I'm come bearing fic. Gasp! Well, kind of silly Christmas-prompty nonsense, but it's written down and it's fictional, so...fic! Also known as "Why peeking at the flist when I was supposed to be still studying was a bad idea." Or alternatively, "Oooh, lookit all of holdouttrout's pretty prompts!"

Title: Traditionally Speaking
Rating: G
Word Count: 1500-ish
Warnings: Cookies in places they don't belong; vague Christmas sappiness; convenient plot devices; one totally made up Goa'uld word (extraneous apostrophe included); inexcusable silliness; the phrase 'merry elves'; an element of, 'Uh, does probability work that way?' Probably not. Oh, just go with it.
Summary: "I don’t think this was quite how we all planned to spend the holiday.”

( The little green LED display clicked over from 11:59 to 12:00. Jack sighed, stretched his back out till his shoulder popped, and said, 'Well, Merry Christmas, kids.' )

So! To begin post one of what will probably be three: registration started at 1 -- except it turned out it actually started at 12:30 -- so I walked in at 12:45 and, tada! The con had already started. Which was pretty excellent, although at that point I don't know anyone, and so I mostly wandered around - probably looking terrified. Yes, fear the scary vendors and ticket ladies! Because I'm a dork. But I digress.

The auditorium wasn't all that large, but there were a lot of seats crammed in there, and the first row was about a foot and a half from the stage. I was in the third row, off towards the side -- not a bad seat at all. Not excellent for pictures (as I'm sure my photos will attest, when I post them) but great for just watching, so, no complaints.

The first hour or so was mostly registration and people milling around the vendors room, but after that the con kicked off.  (Some images below, heads up.)

(But I'm working on one, I swear!)

Actually, lately I've had the most tremendous, persistent writer's block. Forget managing to get anything I've been happy with down, I've been having Issues getting anything, period.

So imagine my surprise when what finally managed to break its way through the creativity death was a Pornucopia prompt response over at surreallis' journal.

An angsty-threesome-flavored response, no less! It's here: Sam/Jack/Daniel - melancholy (R).

And now, to find time to read all of the other (totally awesome looking) responses. Yay, porn! Ahem.

I'm baaaaaack! And I had so much fun, you guys -- everybody should find a way to go to at least one con in their lives, because getting to hang out with like minded people for a weekend and be able to have conversations like "Major Lorne's Happy Pills: A Very Special SGA" is a fantastic experience, and very fannishly rejuvenating I might add. (Sidebar: What's up, Tabula Rasa? I really liked this episode, but I have to say I liked it a lot better ( ...mild Tabula Rasa spoiler. ))

Anyway. I have to sort through my pictures (which are bad, by the way...between my seat angle and the lighting and my point-and-shoot being temperamental, I had an interesting time of it) and type up a con report for the talks, but I figured I'd throw some random stuff up now while it's fresh. So! In no particular order.

1. hsapiens, selmak, janiekins, triciabyrne1978, and a whole lot of people from Gateworld whose real names I wont post and whose handles I'm not totally sure on, and everyone else I met, too, are all awesome. Seriously awesome. Awesome enough to not only be super nice and let me join their group & tables when I didn't know anyone but hsapiens, but also making a photo-op that I was definitely not expecting to happen possible via the "Hot Actors Niamaea Wishes She Could Take Pictures With Fund." (More on that in detail in another post, because I'm dead serious when I say the best thing about my 'weekend with the stars' was the other fans.)

2. Michael Shanks. Black leather jacket, today. I think my feelings on this are probably fairly transparent, for those of you who've known me a while. The hair, however? Um. (He was fantastic at breakfast this morning, for the record.)

3. Cliff Simon is really, absurdly, ludicrously attractive. I didn't know the gene pool could do that. But there was a moment at breakfast today when he looked directly at me and smiled, and now there are a number of witnesses who can attest to the twenty-minute blush that resulted. Yeeeeeeah.

4. Alexis Cruz keeps flowers in his pants.

5. If you ever need a garage built, see Jay Acovone. (And "his guys," heh.)

6. Paul McGillion making fun of Joe Flannigan is possibly the funniest thing ever.

7. There's a third SG-1 movie script being written right now, wheeee!

9. The answer is, "If you could shoot anyone with a zat only one time, who would it be?" The question is, "What is a question I never want to hear again?" (Runner up is anything relating to the function of the seventh chevron, as this is apparently a surprisingly controversial topic.)

And finally, 8. Stargate fandom? The best.

Okay, first of all: ZOMG HAI GUYS. It's been a while. (Midterms, oh Lord.) I have been much missing the fannish glee and squee lately, so hopefully now that I'm done getting my ass handed to me by the neural biology of perception I will be able to not just haunt people's comments at random.

BUT! Probably not until Sunday. BECAUSE! It's the NJ Con this weekend, and I'm leaving in ten minutes, wheeeee! I have to bring my laptop so I can work on a paper a bit while I'm down there (boo) and so depending on what the wifi situation is like, may post an update sometime tonight or tomorrow, but otherwise I'll be back Sunday with hopefully many fun stories and pictures.

(My first con. Eeee!)

So that's that. When I return, at least several LJ people will know conclusively what an utter dork I am, on and off the computer. Just in case there were any lingering doubts.

ZOMG. It was, as recently as 57 minutes ago is my one year LJ-versary today! A few weeks ago I was totally planning on writing some drabbles or something, or at least making some snarky comments about clothes or something. Yeah... uh huh, that happened.

So, instead, how 'bout a great big group hug to all of you wonderful people, to everyone who's ever come by and read or commented or tolerated my lunatic ramblings and stick figures, and very especially to everyone who put up with me about...oh...eleven months ago, when I was young and shy and crazy, and was so nice that I decided to stick with this whole active-fandom-lj-talking-to-people thing.

(I'm aware that I'm still crazy, by the way. Go with it.)

A whole year! Yay. I should have made cake.