There's a vague chance someone might stop me to ask what on earth I'm doing, but then again, this office is used to me. I could conceivably walk around in my bra at this point and there would be understanding nods. And you know, lectures about dress code, but no one would be surprised.
In other news, hit on tech support at Accenture via telephone. Basically, I think being on the good side of the person that controls all permissions is a good thing. Also, he fixed one of my logins. I like him. Doubtless, he is still dazedly wondering why anyone would sound that excited about computer access. Oh poor guy. How little you know.
In equally entrancing home news, my sister--shaved her head.
See, we're not sure what to make of that. It's not statement, as far as I can tell, or a rebellion. She just, you know, got a razor and went to work. My youngest sister, btw, not the one I want to pimp out for coffee-makers. She's twenty-three and--well. Has a shaved head. She also bought two wigs to wear, and--
It's like sometimes, I stop being able to react with surprise to anything.
On the other hand, one, she does look kind of interesting.
You know, I always promise myself I will not make pointless, boring entries. I so lie. I always do.
Note to
amireal and adannu--will you be online tonight? I need a very stupid premise to break myself out of this weird semi-fannish writing lock. I have these horrible urges for Rodney, after John hits on him while drunk, to have a fit of heterosexual panic and accidentally acquire a harem when he saves a city that thinks science is evil. Possibly, he will lock John in a transporter for a day for laughing too hard when they start demonstrating in the messhall. I have no idea what happens next, but I'm pretty sure it involves Rodney spending an inordinate amount of time in the lab wondering why his luck runs to twelve stunning gorgeous virgin blondes who think he is the Antichrist of the Pegasus Galaxy.See, these are the things that amuse me while I slowly go insane from *nothing to do*.
Oh look, more markers! *marvels* Ohhh, that's the stuff.
Also? Thata story idea.
And I think it ends with John showing up with a bottle of masage oil and some not-grapes and saying he can fan his own damn self. ::nods::
With bells on.
But probably still debating on whether I should actually talk you out of that idea.
*eats a pint of dulce du leche ice cream and ponders an alternatively wacky idea*
Wanna go cliche? Where they run into girl!Rodney?
Who's married to John.
And makes John do the dishes.
*whimper*
::whispers ... write it, WRITE. IT.::
::continues whisper ... after you finish Teacher's Pet and Crimes Against Humanity::
::puh-lease?!?::
But John would totally laugh his ass off at Rodney for that. :D
Not a lie!! I love reading your posts--they're one of the highlights of my day! (Which, admittedly, could be more a reflection on my life at this point...) But I enjoy your sense of humor and you make ordinary things, like wandering around your office sniffing a really smelly marker as an alternative to boredom, incredibly amusing.
I would love to read that fic. It sounds fantastic just from the bit you've said here.