Life is good, until the plot bunny starts bugging me. >.

[luciazephyr]

Quote of teh Day, yo:

Me: Saint Peter totally needs a cell phone.
Don: What the heck?
Sarah: Well, heaven is a pretty big place.
Don: Like [Lucia] would ever find out.
Me: One, I do believe in God. I just think he's a bit of an asshole at times. Two, you think you're gonna have fun in heaven?
Don: *surprised look*
Me: Seriously, if you think God'll let you play Grand Theft Auto: Vice City in the holiest of places, you're wrong.
~Sarah-chan, Donald, and myself, discussing a scene in "The Wish List" before the bell rang in Biology.

First off, all Hewlett fans go here now!
And go ask the nice Atlantis Writer Guy some questions for the SGA DVD!


Got a light-up bouncy ball for a game of Australian Indoor Quidditch. Played at a friend's house, Tournament style. Teal's and Jack won. I would have won if people didn't accuse me of being a camper. Sitting on the stairs and sniping is not camping.

Jack tried to kill Rodney for stealing the bed. Jackie doesn't like sleeping on the couch, no da. Heh. He tried to slip some lemon juice into the drinks in the fridge before I caught him. I only drink juice, so nothing was really sealed, per se. I must try this substance you people call soda...

Guys were watching Rocky Horror when I got home. Teal'c was experiencing the genius for the first time. Jack was dancing in place to the Time Warp. Rodney was yelling the Audience Partici....PATION! *cough* Erm.... Audience Participation at the screen. No word to descirbe how much I adore this. I was so deliriously happy, I sang along with "Fanfare (Rose Tint My World)" and didn't care. That song is awesome. yo.




I'm finally knckling down on myself. I sit down at my laptop for two hours and write up SOaF. I've procrastinated for three weeks, no da. Not good. But still, this chapter is a bitch to write. It's so slow. I wanna move on to the later chapters, myself. But, alas, this is a trail of my faith to my fic and my readers. But it SUCKS! *headdesk*

Onto other things, I've got a weird idea for a fic and I blame castalianspring for it. See, Casta-darling's been reviewing Hewlett films for a while now. She just recapped Century Hotel. In it, David plays a man with a game leg from his time in a war. The image she posted of him, fedora on his head and awesome walking cane in hand will not leave my mind! It's so cool. Soooooo..... I kinda wanna do an AU of "The Eye".

I figure McKay interfers with Koyla the Russian Stereotype killing Weir. Obviously, Koyla doesn't want McKay dead (watch the ep, it's obvious he wants to kidnap the good doctor for his knowledge of how to make weapons and such.) but he can't let Rodney get away with rebelling. He uses his handy torture knife, making a deep cut in Rodney's right leg. Ouch. ;.; I'm so cruel to my favorite characters.

Admit it. You can so picture him taking advantage of his disablilty. Tripping Sheppard in the halls, smacking around Dr. Annoying-Ponytail-Dude for mouthing off, getting sympathy from Weir, spend more time in the infirmary with Carson. And it's a great angst opportunity. Imagine with me now, Rodney whacking Sheppard for trying to go offworld without him. Sheppard'd reply by calling him gimpy or something to that effect. And Rodney would promptly smack him again.

Damn you, Casta! Damn you! *shakes fist*

*sekritly!slips Casta cookies*



Currently listening to Jon Stewart slam Cheney. Come on! You have a chance to defend your queer daughter and you say nothing?! Fuck you, man! *shakes fist*

~Lucia

Comments

[awomanoragirl.livejournal.com]

*evil glare of death* Tell that bitch Rodney that his ass is in soooooooooooooooooooo much trouble! He hasn't checked in for 3 goddamned days *royally pissed*

If he thought life was difficult with Knee... he ain't seen nothing yet!!!

Jack tries to kill him again and we're gonna have to throw down.. only Knee and I are allowed to threaten Rodney with death by citrus!!!

Ahem...

*hug!cling!hug* When you gonna get some online time?!?!? *misses you terribly*

[awomanoragirl.livejournal.com]

PS~ clicked DH fan link... *dies*

Holy crapbirds... he has a nice arse... *ded again*

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

*gives a lot of soda* Tell me he doesn't look amazingly cool with the fedora and cane.

I'm serious. Tell me. Cause if someone doesn't, I'll give into Casta's bunny and write that damn fic.

*is online, omg!*

~Lucia

[courtknee.livejournal.com]

Tell Rodney I miss him... ::whimper:: NO! Don't tell him that! Tell him... tell him... TELL HIM I HAVEN'T EVEN THOUGHT OF HIM! ::huffs and runs away::

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

He says he "hasn't thought of you either so nyah!" *smacks him* He'll make up with you. Just... isn't rushing to do it.

~Lucia

[castalianspring.livejournal.com]

*is always blamed*

Not my fault! I take no responsibility for your strange bunnies :P

*spams you all with DH pics, laughing evilly*

*munches on cookies*

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

.....

Fuck.

*caves in and goes to visit the DH Photobucket gallery Casta set up*

Damn you!

~Lucia

[castalianspring.livejournal.com]

Muahahahahaaa!

*feels like evil DH fairy...*