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The universe is not annoying me today, which I find faintly unsatisfactory; not having something to complain about bothers me.

Beta Process

I'm also practicing the use of semicolons in the place of dashes, because dashes drive eleveninches nuts, and I have to admit, as a teaching device, all caps red STOP THAT is wildly, wildly successful conditioning. You wouldn't think so? But seriously. When a beta does that five or six times in the same fic, then you can almost *see* the way her hands are thrown up? You try to write with dashes later.

All Cap Red STOP THAT blinking in your head and then you twitch. I have no clue how she's doing that.

Help

So I need a calculator. I don't know--how much. I need a calculator recommendation.

( so right )

In closing--I have this strange desire to write up how I am faintly annoyed by the fact that while I completely understand the difference between repetition and selection structures, I do not know why it makes sense. Seriously. It's annoying, mostly because I think the way I'm categorizing in my head is going to seriously screw me later.

I am thinking of the vending machine and the Reese's Peanut Butter cups. It's never too early for chocolate, right?

rec - transference by semivowel

Ronon had an energy pistol and was as big as a small horse, so he was essentially useless as a role model in scenarios such as this. Sheppard would have threatened to destroy their kingdom, their families, their domesticated pets and their entire stone age subculture, sow the ground with salt and make sure no life ever surfaced on their planet again. But Rodney lacked the edge of insane conviction to pull that one off.

That is possibly my favorite partial paragraph in the history of fandom. Because John totally would. With insane conviction.

Transference by semivowel. eleveninches recced it to me and was like YOU WILL ENJOY HERE IS THE LINK which is second only to svmadelyn's charming habit of pasting bits of fic into my AIM window to make me read something.

Though granted, eleveninches sends me good fic and svmadelyn sends me stuff that's like "and then he slid his thickly ridged emerald shaft into the blond man's slick brown flower while his wings beat a steady rhythm of sexual innocence into the thickly scented air above him. The dark-haired man thought lustfully, he smells like porridge."

(If that is an actual fic and I just randomly plagiarazed, please just shoot me. It would be kinder. I do not want to know this exists.)

ANYWAY.

Fic (the recced one!) is awesome and funny and *Fun* and I just don't think there are enough big gay planets. Not nearly enough. God, SGA. You shock me.