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lierdumoaIt's like they made it JUST. FOR. ME.
OMG THE WEIR/RONON.
First with him cocking his gun and promising to defend her and Weir smiling that minxy h0r-i Torri smile and saying, "Thankyou" oh so daintily like she knows. She knows her hair will be getting dishevelled, this evening. Then later, with the hovering over her and when the replicators walk in on them, he just sees her look for a split second and spins around like a beautiful dreadlocked dervish to DEFEND HIS CRAZY WHITE WOMAN.
I almost, almost have enough footage to make a Weir/Ronon vid now. I just need a song.
LOVE MY SHOW.
And of course, love Weir wearing her hot little black t-shirt a la John Sheppard.
NEW CITY CG. I LOVE THE PRETTY, PRETTY CG. Once I get this episode in hdtv, I'm posting screencaps.
And John with the drones and the dodging and me squealing at the screen all "Fly, Flyboy, FLYYYYYYY."
Oh, God, O'Neill and Woolsey. The banter was hilarious. So, so hilarious and how much do I love that EVERYONE KNOWS CARSON IS A PUSSY. EVEN O'NEILL.
And then there was that, like, entire scene of really retardedanal mind probe jokes. Too hideous and intimate to recount indeed.
I love how Teyla just ... mocks people. Like BUTTER WOULDN'T MELT. She walks softly and carries a BIG DAMN STICK.
Weir seriously needs to run around with guns more. Like, all the time more. Jesus.
And John, smacking Rodney in the head, and Rodney just, like, taking it, not even pausing, like MY BOYFRIEND BEATS ME. WHATEV.
John was a snarky bitch as always. Prettiest girl at the prom. LOVE HIM. GOD, I want bantery shmoopy McShep fic, now.
And OMG O'Neill and John are so related. Neither knows WTF to do when Weir is hugging them. I'm still going with that theory that John is the love child, 400 times removed, of alternate timeline!Jack and Sam who went back in time and hooked up in Egypt in that one SG-1 episode that I only watched because it had Rodney in it.
I love how Rodney is always SO FREAKING SURPRISED when his plans work.
But, okay, my favorite part? My absolute favorite?
Sheppard: Personal identification code blah blah whoop-de-do.
Caldwell: That code is no longer valid.
O'Neill: General O'Neill here. That valid enough for you?
Caldwell: I'm sorry, but you could have been compromised.
Weir: STEPHEN.
Caldwell: Yes, Madam, right away, Madam, whatever. you. say. Madam.
Weir: Did I say you could stop kneeling?
In other news, I had a good Thanksgiving. My dad has become a total entertainment junkie in his old age (methinks the boredom is getting to him) and is spending his retirement money on broadband internet (finally, omg, dialup for yeeeeears) and two giganimous flatscreen tv's—a 37" for the master bedroom and a 52" for the living room. My sister got an acceptance letter back from one of the law schools she applied to, and it's ranked 14 in the country and close to where she lives. Of course, if she gets accepted to a higher ranked school, she'll go elsewhere. It'd be really cool if she got into Berkeley (ranked 8th) since I'd get to see her all the time. It's early yet, so who knows. V., v. happy for her.
Oh, what else.
Saw the last episode of Dexter. No spoilers except to say that the entire episode was like watching really, really good porn.
And, in closing, a conversation snippet between me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fashes:
fashes: I'm making an emo post
fashes: Is there a mood for "depressed"?
fashes: OMG there is. There's totally a mood for "depressed".
lierdumoa: Dude, of course there is.
lierdumoa: This is LiveJournal.
lierdumoa: It's just us and the cutters.
lierdumoa: There's no one else.
fashes: ::cracks up::
fashes: That needs to be a t-shirt.
OMG THE WEIR/RONON.
First with him cocking his gun and promising to defend her and Weir smiling that minxy h0r-i Torri smile and saying, "Thankyou" oh so daintily like she knows. She knows her hair will be getting dishevelled, this evening. Then later, with the hovering over her and when the replicators walk in on them, he just sees her look for a split second and spins around like a beautiful dreadlocked dervish to DEFEND HIS CRAZY WHITE WOMAN.
I almost, almost have enough footage to make a Weir/Ronon vid now. I just need a song.
LOVE MY SHOW.
And of course, love Weir wearing her hot little black t-shirt a la John Sheppard.
NEW CITY CG. I LOVE THE PRETTY, PRETTY CG. Once I get this episode in hdtv, I'm posting screencaps.
And John with the drones and the dodging and me squealing at the screen all "Fly, Flyboy, FLYYYYYYY."
Oh, God, O'Neill and Woolsey. The banter was hilarious. So, so hilarious and how much do I love that EVERYONE KNOWS CARSON IS A PUSSY. EVEN O'NEILL.
And then there was that, like, entire scene of really retarded
I love how Teyla just ... mocks people. Like BUTTER WOULDN'T MELT. She walks softly and carries a BIG DAMN STICK.
Weir seriously needs to run around with guns more. Like, all the time more. Jesus.
And John, smacking Rodney in the head, and Rodney just, like, taking it, not even pausing, like MY BOYFRIEND BEATS ME. WHATEV.
John was a snarky bitch as always. Prettiest girl at the prom. LOVE HIM. GOD, I want bantery shmoopy McShep fic, now.
And OMG O'Neill and John are so related. Neither knows WTF to do when Weir is hugging them. I'm still going with that theory that John is the love child, 400 times removed, of alternate timeline!Jack and Sam who went back in time and hooked up in Egypt in that one SG-1 episode that I only watched because it had Rodney in it.
I love how Rodney is always SO FREAKING SURPRISED when his plans work.
But, okay, my favorite part? My absolute favorite?
Sheppard: Personal identification code blah blah whoop-de-do.
Caldwell: That code is no longer valid.
O'Neill: General O'Neill here. That valid enough for you?
Caldwell: I'm sorry, but you could have been compromised.
Weir: STEPHEN.
Caldwell: Yes, Madam, right away, Madam, whatever. you. say. Madam.
Weir: Did I say you could stop kneeling?
In other news, I had a good Thanksgiving. My dad has become a total entertainment junkie in his old age (methinks the boredom is getting to him) and is spending his retirement money on broadband internet (finally, omg, dialup for yeeeeears) and two giganimous flatscreen tv's—a 37" for the master bedroom and a 52" for the living room. My sister got an acceptance letter back from one of the law schools she applied to, and it's ranked 14 in the country and close to where she lives. Of course, if she gets accepted to a higher ranked school, she'll go elsewhere. It'd be really cool if she got into Berkeley (ranked 8th) since I'd get to see her all the time. It's early yet, so who knows. V., v. happy for her.
Oh, what else.
Saw the last episode of Dexter. No spoilers except to say that the entire episode was like watching really, really good porn.
And, in closing, a conversation snippet between me and
fashes:fashes: I'm making an emo postfashes: Is there a mood for "depressed"?fashes: OMG there is. There's totally a mood for "depressed".lierdumoa: Dude, of course there is.lierdumoa: This is LiveJournal.lierdumoa: It's just us and the cutters.lierdumoa: There's no one else.fashes: ::cracks up::fashes: That needs to be a t-shirt.
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