Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 01:18 pm
the color green
To Do List
1. Halfway done with one DVD commentary, staring at the second one in thought. I don't know what to do with it. I didn't think about it, sofar as thinking x,y,z. A lot of my principle of writing goes something like this.
Me: I wonder what I can do here?
Writing: Wouldn't it be cool if there were more explosions?
Me: It really would!
Writing: I think so too.
I am not deep. I am a puddle.
2. Staring blankly at three separate WIPs that stare back. I have no clue what I want to do with them.
3. Trying to work out a way to write about Ancients not dying out after all, but I always skid at the place where I have to actually, y'know, do it. Concept = awesome! Execution = that means work, doesn't it?
4.) Phone appointment with doctor. I will say this; I did get that edge of desperation across. I made the mistake of switching generics this time when i refilled my script. It didn't seem too bad, it felt wrong, but I decided it wasn't tragically bad and I'd just finish the month and then go back to my regular next month.
Oh the mistake. The mistake. I can't even figure out what this thing is actually *doing*, as opposed to what it's supposed to do. And it's the first one that I'm aware not only of a physical addiction, but an actual withdrawl if I go more than four hours without it, and it took a couple of weeks before I finally connected bad headache = hours since last dose. It starts with a headache, goes to a change in blood pressure and pulse, and one memorable night, me sitting in the kitchen with the blood pressure cuff absolutely sure I was having a stroke while
svmadelyn ordered me via laptop to stop trying to meditate my blood pressure down. I couldn't even figure out what was wrong until the next day when I finally gave up and took one and there was instant-drop and calm. And also, finally, I could sleep.
(also, as it turns out, my concept of high blood pressure is other people's normal, since mine is normally very low. The pulse thing was just creepy.)
I'm worried about going off of it, but staying on means one every three to four hours period, and it doesn't actually do its job. I'm using it to regain normal.
I totally need a pony. Or a new rabbit. Or a lemur.
5. Actually, I don't have a five. This is just sitting here in case I think of one later.
1. Halfway done with one DVD commentary, staring at the second one in thought. I don't know what to do with it. I didn't think about it, sofar as thinking x,y,z. A lot of my principle of writing goes something like this.
Me: I wonder what I can do here?
Writing: Wouldn't it be cool if there were more explosions?
Me: It really would!
Writing: I think so too.
I am not deep. I am a puddle.
2. Staring blankly at three separate WIPs that stare back. I have no clue what I want to do with them.
3. Trying to work out a way to write about Ancients not dying out after all, but I always skid at the place where I have to actually, y'know, do it. Concept = awesome! Execution = that means work, doesn't it?
4.) Phone appointment with doctor. I will say this; I did get that edge of desperation across. I made the mistake of switching generics this time when i refilled my script. It didn't seem too bad, it felt wrong, but I decided it wasn't tragically bad and I'd just finish the month and then go back to my regular next month.
Oh the mistake. The mistake. I can't even figure out what this thing is actually *doing*, as opposed to what it's supposed to do. And it's the first one that I'm aware not only of a physical addiction, but an actual withdrawl if I go more than four hours without it, and it took a couple of weeks before I finally connected bad headache = hours since last dose. It starts with a headache, goes to a change in blood pressure and pulse, and one memorable night, me sitting in the kitchen with the blood pressure cuff absolutely sure I was having a stroke while
(also, as it turns out, my concept of high blood pressure is other people's normal, since mine is normally very low. The pulse thing was just creepy.)
I'm worried about going off of it, but staying on means one every three to four hours period, and it doesn't actually do its job. I'm using it to regain normal.
I totally need a pony. Or a new rabbit. Or a lemur.
5. Actually, I don't have a five. This is just sitting here in case I think of one later.
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From:The theory basically comes from me going: ...no, you cannot make me buy the parallel evolution. CANNOT. I refuse to believe! My disbelief, it is mighty. Our fossil records show entirely too much evidence supporting the evolution of humankind on earth and I cannot and will not believe in parallel evolution of anatomically and genetically *human* people.
So, the theory is: the Tau'ri at least several centuries if not a millenia or so in the future end up fucking themselves over *royally*. Possibly the entire galaxy. Or universe. Something! Anyway. In a last-ditch attempt to preserve at least some portion of the race, they end up doing the time-travel thing. They go *way* back. AND BECOME THE ANCIENTS. Well, some of them do! There's fragmentation: they also become the Asgard and and Knox. (Dunno about the Furlings--we haven't seen if they're human yet.) Also, they become the random off-shoots that appear to be neither Go'a'uld nor Asgard transplants (see: the Tollana, who are also the closest to the Ancients we see other than the Asgard, being as they built their own Stargate from scratch, etc.)
It makes so much more sense. It leads to weirdly incestuous issues with the whole Ancients-on-Earth but bizarre time travel paradoxes hurt my head far, far less than parallel evolution. Which flatly defies all currently accepted science and, just, god. No!
In other news, I have a Supernatural/SG-1 crossover that I am working on. To my astonishment there is, actually, a way to map Supernatural onto SG-1! That makes perfect sense and is natural. (Mind you I spent a lot of time clutching my head and yelling at the main character a lot because it hurt my brain until I finally figured out how it does map. I still hate him. But it's a super-cool idea now instead of being a cracked idea.)
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From:It makes my head hurt so much less. I'll handwave time paradoxy bizarritude but I can't handwave things that flatly defy all known biological science when you're otherwise accepting our modern sciences as at least somewhat valid (if elementary/primitive).
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From:And yes, same thing here with my HMO--it has to be generic unless specified or they don't haev anything but name. *sulks*
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From:Or you know (theories! I have many!) Since we have (in SG-1 canon, you understand I'm mostly working from here) Aiyana of the Antarctic (flash-frozen Ancient plague-carrier from fifty-thousand years ago), and the Ancient Outpost under the Isle of Avalon in England (why, oh Lord?), and, of course, the Antarctic Stargate (plus, apparently, the idea that the Lanteans abandoned Atlantis-in-Pegasus to come back *here*, which has to have been the dumbest idea in a long history of dumb ideas), there's the possibility that they could simply have done a combination of reseeding the Milky Way Galaxy with new life and interbreeding with it once they came back to Earth, which would explain the whole "humans are the kinda-sorta descendents of the Ancients handwave-handwave" thing.
Stargate canon history. She does not make much sense.
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From:(I never did understand the abandonment of Atlantis. Okay, you're losing the siege. That sucks! Uh--how does leaving most of your technology (and leaving them *intact* omgwtf) and running off to a back-water outpost improve your situation? I get strategic retreat and preserving what you *can* but that is a tactically moronic way of going about said strategic retreat.)
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From:Yes, the Lanteans' tactics have never made any sense to me. Also? They would have come back to Earth right in the middle of the Goa'uld Occupation (*Duh!*), or at least been here for it, and it sort of beggars belief (even considering that we're supposed to believe that they are the Universe's Biggest Fence Sitters) that (a) they would have ignored the whole situation (b) the Goa'uld wouldn't have noticed them and all their Nifty Technology tm.
This is why not only reconciling SG-1 canon internally takes major handwaving, but when you try to make it work with the constant revelations of SGA you need an icepack and a liquor cabinet.
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From:Well, not often, but--a ship of Ancients!
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From:*sigh*
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From:(I got nothin' on the Nox. Yeah, fine, we're children, we know. Still: we children's be getting our asses kicked by the enemy you *supposedly* stood against--can't say as that's very good parenting, there! There's letting the kids work out their own problems and then there's *letting them get killed*.)
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From:I was trying to sort out the whole Ancient(Ascended)-to-Ori-to-Pegasus(and back again)-to-Our Galaxy-to-Going-to-Alterra-to-Wraith War-to-Invention of the Replicators tonight, and... my brain went into vapor lock. Because I CAN'T MAKE ANY OF IT WORK! *WHEN* did the Ori split off from the Alterrans if they didn't know the Milky Way Galaxy was here and full of people? Supposedly *somebody* went off to Pegasus because there was plague *here*, and plague caused them all to discover Ascension, but...
(at this point I start twitching. a lot.)
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From:Sometimes we just have to wholesale ignore what canon tells us because it is the only way to get an internally consistent logic. *wry*
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From:Eventually.
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From:Listen, I was an idiot earlier this week. But I'm back. or something.
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From:It was a toss-up between a sloth and a lemur. A few miles away I finally saw my first living sloth at a pet store. They are truly hideous, yet adorable in their hideousness.
...yeah, I don't know either. Blame Discovery Channel.
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From:Is everything okay? Not sure. Probably not as good as I keep thinking? I'm kinda on edge, overreacting to everything these days. have to remember to count to ten before I do things. It would be nice not to be in pain some time this calendar year too.
But thanks for asking and understanding.
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From:*sends virtual hugs*
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