May 27th, 2008

hello city

Not enough brainpower to spare for witty subject.

So apparently the mcshep_match deadline has been changed! Whew. And I got a whole 2,000+ words done on my sgabigbang yesterday, so all in all I am feeling slightly less crunched-up by deadlines today than I was yesterday. I suppose it's a little silly to feel crunched at all, given that they are almost all self-imposed or fandom-imposed, and well, a NORMAL PERSON would say fandom is not the real world and therefore not stress-worthy, but. Well. I've never been one of those people. I grew up in fandom, and I have an admittedly bizarre ranking system for my priorities (e.g. one time I called in sick to work so I could go to a movie premiere dressed up as an elf, but it's important to note that my costume was awesome and also my job at the time was a soul-sucking hell-hole). But never let it be said that I do not take my commitments seriously!

I think I actually need stress. I think I need it as much as I need intellectual stimulation. I have said before that when I'm out of school for any extended period I begin to feel as though I am getting stupider, but I have a feeling that that has as much to do with the sleep deprivation/deadlines-whooshing-by/litany-of-complaints-regarding-academia as it does with actually learning stuff. In other words, I prefer being inside the ivory tower to bemoaning the fact that the government is trying to chop it down like a tree blocking the ocean view of a Los Angeles condo development, and do you see how I took that metaphor way, way too far? I owe that to six years of undergraduate education in English literature.

And tonight I will make podfic. Probably.
shadowbunnies

Like a very stretchy thing.

So, I bought the SG-1 box set a couple (I think a couple?) of months ago, and have been going through it again, start-to-finish. Haven't watched a lot of these eps in a while, and came across at least a half-dozen in season 9 that I've never seen, probably because I didn't go back and start watching SG-1 intentionally until The Pegasus Project (despite watching it on and off for most of the time it was on TV - there was a time when SG-1 was on three or four times a day, and it was almost always on in between two things I was watching).

I must admit here that I'm one of the, what, eight people? Who actually really liked season 9 of SG-1, mostly because it was suddenly talking about mythology I actually studied! Yay! (Also, it was the SG-1 crack redux. calantha42 refers to it as the Fantasy Remix.) It was metameta. It started talking about mythology I could accurately nitpick, e.g. "hi, why are the Ori mimicking post-Christian Arthurian mythos?" Nothing makes me so happy as to be able to nitpick. Ask anyone. And at the same time again, I am a very forgiving viewer. Especially of this franchise. One could also say that I just have very low standards when it comes to genre fiction. I prefer to say that installed early and subjected to extensive training, my suspension of disbelief is as flexible as... as a very flexible thing. I don't know. Use your imaginations.

I am willing to let the writers take me wherever, exploding tumours notwithstanding. I like pretty much everybody, especially in Atlantis. (Okay, except Larrin. Why, why couldn't it have been Gina Torres?)

Anyway. Watching the last few special features from the SG-1 Complete Series box set with the roomie led to discussion of What If The Stargate Program Were Declassified (I was fairly doom-and-gloom, except if it was the Bartlett Administration doing the big reveal), which led to Who Would Be The Face Of The Program (Sam, Jack), which led to (as does everything) What Would This Hour Has 22 Minutes Say?

Before we knew it, we had Rick Mercer touring Atlantis and jumping off a balcony wearing the personal shield, stick fighting with Teyla, getting his ass kicked, and wearesuchenormousdorks.

(I also got a Very Good Idea to shore up the villains in the Scary Secret Uberfic, but I'm not going to tell you about that. Just, it's cool. Trust me.)

I am of the opinion that nothing would ever, ever in a million years approach the hilarity of Rodney being accosted by Marg: Princess Warrior on the CBC. NOTHING IN THE WORLD.

At least, I'm sure John would agree with me. ;)