One nice thing about waking up 45 minutes early is being able to post before work

I think this came from having seen these pictures before bed last night (that's two links, and they are spoilery in the sense that they're from SGA episodes that haven't aired yet). You know. You know I have a thing for characters in outfits other than their uniforms/usual clothes. And for sport jacket/jeans combos. And for aliens passing as Earthlings.

( SGA dream, featuring a McShep kiss )

And that, I think, was it. Mmm, that kiss was nice.

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Am entering an unexpectedly stressful few weeks, between application essay-writing, an upcoming in-person interview for the program I'm applying to (which involves taking two days off work in December to go up to Boston, compounding the stress), and a huge, critical project given to me yesterday by the company president, infamous for his endless revisions and flip-flopping. It's months' worth of work, and it has to be done in two weeks, by me, without anyone to offload my regular work onto, which is already one-and-a-half to two people's jobs. In short: Aaaah. He's dangling a promotion carrot in front of me for the new year if this gets done on time, and although I've been hearing this for years now and am not at all confident that anything will actually happen, I do really want the position, which I haven't been able to get thus far because for me to get a promotion, they have to change the way we sell some of our products and then expand the (fairly small) company in order to hire people for me to manage. But I would so like to shed this copy-and-paste, customer service website part of my job and be responsible instead for content library management, custom writing, and the oversight of a pair of copywriter-minions. I just wish earning that right didn't involve my boss suggesting that the way to complete this massive amount of work is taking it home over the holiday weekend and staying late every day.

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That icon is a picture of a pin my grandma gave to me when we visited last month. The tail consists of tiny painted wooden sticks, like tongue depressors or those spoons you use to eat the vanilla-and-chocolate ice cream in those plastic cups with peel-off tops. Its misaligned googly eyes remind me a little of RSL's.

I'd have liked to have written a team gen Thanksgiving story for the occasion, where they scrape together the Pegasus equivalent of a turkey dinner in the mess hall, and/or Sheppard and McKay put one together for Ronon and Teyla in someone's quarters, even though McKay doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving (he's in full support of holidays that involve lots of food). They bicker about what the holiday means and get tripped up in an effort to stay politically correct as they explain things to Ronon and Teyla (trying not to compare the "primitive" Indians who saved the Pilgrims' hides before being persecuted to the Pegasus natives working with the SGA expedition?), who share some of their own customs in turn, and overall they're stuffed and happy and sleepy, lounging together in that room as the sun sets. So, hey, let's pretend I just wrote it.

You've all read the House gen Thanksgiving story where everyone crashes House's apartment, yes? The Unwilling Host/Thanksgiving at House's by jmtorres.

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Holiday card invite is still open.

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Well. Off I go. No House review tonight; my friend A. is in town for the weekend and asked me to watch with her at her house, where she is stranded with no car, which means I'll get home late and will have to watch it again later this week to see it properly anyway. Hopefully will be able to do one tomorrow.

But he *does* want to know. That's who he *is*. (House 4.?)

Two barking dogs, a chatty mother, a one-second delayed echo in my right ear from the TV upstairs, a pair of grumbling college boys: this is why I didn't want to watch House at A.'s place tonight. Needless to say, I missed a lot of lines.

( Let's try this anyway: )