I'm having a day of severe cognitive dissonance when switching to the new Vertigo theme--it is called Vertigo, right? Which is just like the first one for lj except the subtle differences and so awesome I kind of want to cry a little. And I also keep half thinking, did I finish that SV story and then remember, right, it's not 2002. Fun.

Post-vacation letdown--well, not for Child, he wandered off to play with a new friend and I am abandoned to die at home with my laptop and vitamin collection--and yes, there is a definite connection between my not taking them and my concentration and mood, though I'd probably have to skip more than three days to really be sure. I'm feeling--distracted. I have basically five differnet stories open and am adding a sentence to each one almost regularly, which is new levels of bizarre behavior. One of them is for trobadora in MensaAU, which is--I didn't mean to write any more of that! But mostly I miss having a place to write outright OTT parody and Exclusion was all drama. Now I want to go back to a place where Colonel Sheppard and Rod McKay have to watch in horror as Drs Sheppard and McKay bond horrifically and destroy souls. Because that is funny.

And since it's been a while. The WIP Collection, active.

( untitled Mensa Thing One )

( untitled Mensa Crosover Thing )

( eighteenish thing )

ETA: 8/22/2007 Completed! Eighteenish

( Daedalus )

( The farther edge of the sea )

ETA: 8/8/2007 Completed! And All the World Beneath

( The One Where Colonel Sheppard's Always Been a Girl )

ETA: 8/28/2007 Completed! Story of a Girl

This list does not include Teacher's Pet or Strangerverse, since both of those are in a weird place in progress. I have this horrible suspicion that writing mpreg for Christmas--seriously, who does that, mpreg for Christmas?--broke something in my head and now I really want to do a whole string of cliche fics. God help me. I mean, really cliche.

I'm going to go lie down now and breathe into some kind of paper product.

You know. I'm trying to work out--what with the fact there are snowballs in hell right now, as it is snowing in Austin where empirical evidence shows that you can, in fact, fry an egg on the sidewalk June-September--if SGA has in fact actually surpassed Smallville on my weird-o-meter.

That's really all I have on that one. For deep meaningful episode commentary, here and here.

Okay, the entire novelty of snow flurries has ended, I'm very bored. Very. Very. Bored. Um. Prompts? I'll--coda something? I need something ficcy and mindless and fluffy like snow flurries.

After a day of shopping at the new Round Rock outlet mall, where bliss was discovered in skirts at seventy-five percent off and boots at sixty, I am in this terrible, horrible, life-threateningly *bad* mood. I even bought a jump drive. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO HATE EVERYTHING WHEN ONE HAS AWESOME BOOTS AND TWO AWESOME SKIRTS? HOW?

*stares* Okay, there is no disease that awesome shoes do not minister to. I actually feel like making up a list of all the things I received via Christmas and post-Christmas shopping for the purposes of raising my mood. That is just sad.

Anyway. In lieu of unleashing my rage on real people, I thought I'd make Rod's life miserable.

( wow, it could be worse, but how? )