Hmmmm...

[skoosiepants]

If I haven't responded to a post, it's cause I didn't get the e-notification. For some reason I'm only getting them occasionally *ponders*

I caught Lance on No Limit Texas Hold 'Em last night. It was surprisingly boring, but Lance was lookin' good! *whistles*

J was teasing me the other night when he was watching SGA and I refused to watch it with him, and he said that he was getting me Lance Bass Hosts Stargate Atlantis, The Christmas Special for xmas. *giggles* I almost stopped breathing. Why do I find that so funny? And if that was actually a show I would probably have a heart attack or an orgasm or something because my god. Lance Bass. And Stargate Atlantis. And Christmas.

Speaking of SGA, I'm tentatively starting an AU fairytale for harlequin_sga. I'm just stretching my feet in that fandom, so it'll probably suck to an impossible degree, but it should be fun anyway.

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[moonysshadow.livejournal.com]

I know, it's happening to everyone, the non e-mail ting.

There's a page that lists all the last comments you've made: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/recent_comments.bml

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Ooo, thanks for the link! It's so annoying, isn't it? *sigh*

[(Anonymous)]

I absolutely can't wait to see what you're going to do with your SGA fic. My fave author writing my new fave fandom! Could life get any better?!

--rags--

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

It's going to be soooo bad, too *giggles* A bastardized version of Sleeping Beauty. Way bastardized :)

When she was thirteen, Jeannie strolled into the library in search of her brother and cornered him on the third balcony, pinned him against their five volume edition of *Practical Magic Versus the Sea* with a careful pout, and demanded, “Why don’t you ever visit John with me?”

Rodney, by then almost entirely immune to Jeannie’s Careful Pout, sent her a glower and a brisk, “Busy now, go away,” with a dismissive flap of his hand.

“He asks about you, you know,” she said, poking his chest.

Rodney’s eyes widened. “He does?”

“*Yes*,” she stressed, as if talking to a very slow person – which Rodney certainly wasn’t - “of course he does. You were friends, weren’t you?”

“Friends. Yes,” Rodney answered absently, because he hadn’t ever looked at it that way. Since Jeannie’s birth, John and Rodney only saw each other on Christmas Day, and they always fought tenaciously over the dark meat - even though Rodney honestly didn’t care if he had dark or white, just so long as it was *meat*, but he was self-admittedly contrary, and he didn’t get to fight with John any *other* time, so – and sure they’d been *engaged* at one point in their lives, but friends? “No, I don’t think so. Not really. Now go,” he waved her off again, “visit your spasmodically-haired fiancé and leave me be.”

[(Anonymous)]

Dude this sounds ace.

And I'm honoured beyond belief that I got a teeny weeny preview!

Gonna go read what you.ve written so far now....

--rags--

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

*laughs* thank you! you've gotten a bigger preview here than I actually just posted :)

[likecandy-sweet.livejournal.com]

Oooh, new fandom writing! Though I was kinda hoping to convince you to write some Firefly/Serenity, anything you write is gold. I bet you poop semi-precious stones.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

I was so tempted to get into that.... maybe some day :) I don't know if there as much crackalicious potential in it, though, as SGA *grins*