lierdumoa | Here there be spoilers. (Reply)

lierdumoa: You have to watch SG-1 and SG:A tonight!

fashes: Why are we watching SG-1?

lierdumoa: Because it's in Atlantis.

fashes: Oh right, they're doing a thing.

SG-1: The Pegasus Project

Didn't we read this fic?

Okay my impressions.

First off? I must splain why SG-1 is lame. They spend four times as long on the exposition, it's also four times as boring, and by the end of it, the pseudoscience still makes absolutely no sense. I only knew what the hell Mitchell was talking about with the slingshot thing because I just happened to remember it being properly explained in the movie Armageddon. Then there was something about jumping and an unstable vortex and a magical giant portkey whateEVER. I mean, it might make sense if I watched it again carefully.

But.

Most boring exposition ever. KEEEEEEEEL ME.

On the other hand, the lemon thing was fucking hilarious.

Rodney should just talk over people ALL THE TIME.

And Vala ROXXORS. I basically marathoned all the Vala episodes this weekend. I was going to marathon the additional Mitchell only episodes as well, but I soon realized that Vala is the only thing that makes Sam Carter bearable to me, if only by virtue of stealing screentime away from her, and while Colonel Mitchell is all well and good and his ass is perfection, he can't foil Daniel the way Jack could, the way Vala can. Daniel needs a foil. Otherwise he says horrible preachy speeches that you can't remember five seconds after they've happened because you've already blocked them out and that's just about it. A foil is *key.* Jack was the shiniest foil. Vala makes an acceptable foil substitute.

Also? Claudia Black PWNS.

She had an EVIL ALIEN BABY and named it after her EVIL STEPMOTHER.

Fine, give her mystical babies. She can handle them.

SGA: Irresistable

Oh God, my OTP is back. Slipping off for long hours on private missions to find stargates. Bantering together about classic geek tv whilst solving important work problems. Drugging each other. So in love.

And the beginning exposition really put the terrible SG-1 exposition into stark relief. It immediately made sense. Rodney made cute little hand motions and despite the fact that it was glaringly obvious, it was still adorable. And you know Ronon only asked him to explain it so he could watch Rodney make the cute little hand motions.

<3

And then....

Then....

Then there was CRACK.

It was like all the writers got really, rolling drunk and were like, "Heeeeeeyyyyyy guyyyyyyys. We've got this totally awesome idea. It's got that annoying guy. You know. The annoying one! It'll be awesome. Just like Batman. AWESOME!"

"How do you get your hair to do that?"

SILENCE.

Ronon stops eating, his hand suspended in midair.

And all of my actors were there. Torri Higginson playing Dr. Weir playing Torri Higginson. With the fluttering hands and the mixy little smiles. Minxi H0rri Torri^TM.

fashes and I are totally calling her that now. And Jason Momoa. He was just, like, jolly. And Rachel Luttrell was all happy and Paul McGillion did the BEST FAKE CRYING EVER OH MY GOD I DIED. David Nykl gibbering in Czech.

And of course the Hewlett. "Fly Lucius, flyyyyy."

RPS. REAL. PERSON. SHOW.

All of them gathering around the fugliest candle in creation, smiling like Stepford wives. Noxious Unctious Lucius (dude, I only just realized that they totally made a rhyme) softly threatening to rape and rape and rape John while John paces around Steve's old room. Rodney being adorable and Rodney-like. And lest I forget—"So he just came down, Ronon held me against the wall, and Lucius and I had a nice long talk." HELD HIM AGAINST THE WALL.

I see this is going to be the season of the Rodney/Ronon.

Not my OTP but, well, notice I'm not complaining.

"Longing for his touch." Oh, John. You are my favorite. Aside from Torri.

My show is just, like, porn all the time. Happy, happy, cracky, ~~drunken~~ completely fucking blotto porn.

Torri's breasts continue to be magnificent. I think I'm going to be saying that at least once every episode review for the forseeable future.