Five Things - Set 61
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sidFive New Year’s Resolutions made on Atlantis - INTERACTIVE!
Five things that happened when the cameras suddenly stopped working at the SGC
I'll post this last one right here, because I'm so gosh-darn pleased with it. :-)
Five emails General O'Neill sends to Colonel Carter in the earth-to-Atlantis databurst
How’s it going? You’re missed here. Vala apparently sends her love (which would kinda scare me if I were you. Which I am not.) I’m sure you’re doing a great job. When in doubt, just ask yourself: What would General O’Neill do? And then, toot sweet, do the opposite. You’ll be fine. I have faith. Also? Chewing gum stuck to the sole of my shiny shoe. Am circulating memo throughout the Pentagon regarding proper disposal of any and all gum and gum-like items.
Springtime in Washington. Cherry blossoms, etc., and so forth. With a dandy cold wind off the Potomac which will freeze your tushie. My tushie, that is. Not yours. Don’t think the breeze will carry that far, for science-y reasons which I can just hear you explaining to me. I kinda miss that.
Mitchell’s fine, don’t worry. That boy is a heckuva punching bag, though. I think he’s taken over Daniel’s role on SG-1 when it comes to the bad luck/trouble magnet/damsel-in-distress bit. P.S. Clearly I know that you know that my life depends on your never repeating any of the previous to a certain anthro/archaeo/pissy Doctor who shall remain nameless. P.P.S. and don’t go telling Mitchell I said that, either. They’re entirely capable of ganging up on me. And Teal’c would just laugh. Well, not ‘laugh’ per se, obviously. You catch the gist of my drift.
Thank you profusely and profoundly for the memento of my being born, lo these many, many, many years ago. You’re obviously being paid too much. What are the shipping costs from Amazon.peg? Seriously, though, it’s lovely and thoughtful, and I almost have it trained to fetch my post-prandial snifter. Goals are important. Sanity, and sensibility, overrated. As Jane Austen might have said. Or not.
Yuletide-type greetings and pine-scented wishes! Will be hanging my stocking at the cabin, alongside those of Dr. Jackson and Ms. Mal Doran. Mr. Col. Mitchell is waffling, but we will break him down. Snowshoes and hot toddies… not at the same time, to be sure. Your charming self and the contents of your charming wallet will be sorely missed at any poker games that spring up by mere happenchance. (Oh, yes, Teal’c still resists the pull of the cabin. Even with the December dearth of mosquitoes. I suppose there is some attraction in the proposition of bouncing his granddaughter on his knee, so I will overlook the slight to my hospitality. You’re excused, as well. Maybe next Yule?)
Five things that happened when the cameras suddenly stopped working at the SGC
I'll post this last one right here, because I'm so gosh-darn pleased with it. :-)
Five emails General O'Neill sends to Colonel Carter in the earth-to-Atlantis databurst
How’s it going? You’re missed here. Vala apparently sends her love (which would kinda scare me if I were you. Which I am not.) I’m sure you’re doing a great job. When in doubt, just ask yourself: What would General O’Neill do? And then, toot sweet, do the opposite. You’ll be fine. I have faith. Also? Chewing gum stuck to the sole of my shiny shoe. Am circulating memo throughout the Pentagon regarding proper disposal of any and all gum and gum-like items.
Springtime in Washington. Cherry blossoms, etc., and so forth. With a dandy cold wind off the Potomac which will freeze your tushie. My tushie, that is. Not yours. Don’t think the breeze will carry that far, for science-y reasons which I can just hear you explaining to me. I kinda miss that.
Mitchell’s fine, don’t worry. That boy is a heckuva punching bag, though. I think he’s taken over Daniel’s role on SG-1 when it comes to the bad luck/trouble magnet/damsel-in-distress bit. P.S. Clearly I know that you know that my life depends on your never repeating any of the previous to a certain anthro/archaeo/pissy Doctor who shall remain nameless. P.P.S. and don’t go telling Mitchell I said that, either. They’re entirely capable of ganging up on me. And Teal’c would just laugh. Well, not ‘laugh’ per se, obviously. You catch the gist of my drift.
Thank you profusely and profoundly for the memento of my being born, lo these many, many, many years ago. You’re obviously being paid too much. What are the shipping costs from Amazon.peg? Seriously, though, it’s lovely and thoughtful, and I almost have it trained to fetch my post-prandial snifter. Goals are important. Sanity, and sensibility, overrated. As Jane Austen might have said. Or not.
Yuletide-type greetings and pine-scented wishes! Will be hanging my stocking at the cabin, alongside those of Dr. Jackson and Ms. Mal Doran. Mr. Col. Mitchell is waffling, but we will break him down. Snowshoes and hot toddies… not at the same time, to be sure. Your charming self and the contents of your charming wallet will be sorely missed at any poker games that spring up by mere happenchance. (Oh, yes, Teal’c still resists the pull of the cabin. Even with the December dearth of mosquitoes. I suppose there is some attraction in the proposition of bouncing his granddaughter on his knee, so I will overlook the slight to my hospitality. You’re excused, as well. Maybe next Yule?)
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 03:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)(Too bad Teal'c can't come to the cabin to keep Ms. Mal Doran distracted while Jack sneaks off with Daniel. But I'll forgive him for his grandbaby, too. ;-)
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 04:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 04:46 am (UTC)rotf!!
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 05:41 am (UTC):-D
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 05:45 am (UTC)Thanks for letting me know how much you enjoyed it. :-)
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 05:47 am (UTC)If Mr. Col. Mitchell comes, he'll be in charge of keeping Vala occupied. (which is probably Jack's sekrit plan)
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 05:55 am (UTC)Me, I love the way RDA writes. And funny, emulating his style brought out Jack's voice loud and clear. *g*
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 06:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 09:06 am (UTC)::hint hint::
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 12:18 pm (UTC)Deeds xx
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 04:52 pm (UTC)Teal'c = big ol' sap.
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 04:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 04:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 05:46 pm (UTC)Bookmarking... :)
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 06:43 pm (UTC)Very him and very ... you. :-)
*squeals*
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 08:51 pm (UTC)(Love your icon! I accidentally wrote gen! Whee!)
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 08:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 09:50 pm (UTC)That is well-channelled RDA - no wonder it sounds / reads like Jack.
*waits patiently for SG1 Movie 3*
Oh, and thank you!
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Date: Jan. 6th, 2009 10:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jan. 7th, 2009 03:34 pm (UTC)For some reason I read them all as one long email (perhaps thinking they were all sent at once in the databurst? not sure if that is correct thinking or not..) and it didn't even phase me that they were all different times of year. It was all just so wonderfully Jack's voice and humor, and Yay! and Awww, at the same time.
Thanks for this, because I'm having a sad day today (I have a sick doggie), and this was a sweet moment.
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Date: Jan. 7th, 2009 03:56 pm (UTC)Hugs for you and your doggie.