What's not fun:

Not snowing hard enough or cold enough to make it absolutely necessary to zip up your jacket for a quick walk across the parking lot to the car BUT snowing hard enough for the cold snow to fall down your shirt, while your jacket is unzipped, your hands are full of stuff, and the car is all the way across the lot.

Brrr.

The snow is getting harder. I've got my hot chocolate, my chips and cookies and popcorn, a couple of new books, some old movies, milk and bread. I'm ready to be snowed in tonight/tomorrow. Yippee skippy.

Meh. Mess up the internal clock for just a few hours, and you get screwed for the entire weekend. I think I'm still recovering from Friday. Can't think straight. Got that stupid Alias Sark snark only halfway finished on Harold and can't even make myself finish it. Just wanna sleep. And now... an even bigger snowstorm expected tomorrow. Bleh.

The fun stuff, though, is the external hard drive is finally being set up and everything's getting backed up. Weeeeee! And then... VM vid for Trix and Meg. Yay!

My day in a nutshell:

Woke up at 4:30AM. Got phone call from Jen about a family emergency so she couldn't come, and since Intern A was getting a ride with her, he couldn't make it either. Got packed up, shoveled, and in the car by 5AM. Almost killed self in snow on way to work - plowing and salting apparently don't go together; bastards! Got to work by 6AM. Met J, moved equipment, got back in car by 6:30AM. Almost got both of us killed on way to Philly. Made it to Philly by 8:30AM. Found out first patient was delayed an hour and only just started surgery. Waited. Waited. Waited. Got our tissue, found out it wouldn't hold pressure and therefore, we broke two devices trying to get it to work. Cut the damn thing open and found abnormal pathology that the doctor didn't catch even though it was the most obvious thing ever. Since we expected it, we just took our pictures and moved on. Second case was supposedly delayed for three hours, but then we found out she never showed up. Beyotch! Did our cleaning up, grabbed some lunch/early dinner, then got back to work 12 hours after leaving.

OMG SOOOO tired!

J and I think we're cursed. Every time they send us down to Philly by ourselves, we get really abnormal tissue that we can't do any testing on. Every time one of the fulltimers come down with us, we get workable or beautiful cases. Every.Single.Time. We're surprised they haven't questioned us about this yet, but it's totally not our fault, dammit! Someone or something has a really cruel sense of humor. Which I respect. So whatever.

Gah. Off to take a long nap.

Ugh. Was working on doing an Alias recap, but had to stop when I saw the time. ARGH. Gotta wake up in about three hours so I can shovel, have breakfast, and get to work. That's my cue to go to bed. *sigh* Still have about half an ep to go and my back is killing me so there's no way that snark is going up tonight. *wishes for a massage* lalala. Damn. Nothing.

Have a great weekend, y'all.

OH
MY
GOD!

SCARIEST DRIVE HOME.

EVER!!!!!

*takes a deep breath*

Everyone was slipping and sliding at 15mph. Snow is coming down powdery and yet, like sleet, in a huge continuous curtain of decreased visibility. And you can't come to a complete stop at all because then you can't move again, just skidding all over the place as the wheels spin. Where the hell are all the plows?!

*hands are still shaking*

Oh god. I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle the drive to Philly tomorrow. If it's bad, I don't care. I'm putting my foot down and telling them that unless there's someone who will drive us, I'm not doing it. I'm three-quarters of the way out the door anyway so what do I care.

Am stuck at work for another hour. GRRRR! BigBoss told everyone to go home early because it's snowing pretty hard outside. Due to major testing, I'm apparently exempt from this. GRRR!

Also, there's an expected 4-6 inches here and 8 inches in Philly tomorrow. We have to be at work by 6 AM tomorrow so we can get to Philly by 8 AM. Now, normally, I'd just bitch and moan because that's fucking early in the morning and there's Philly rush hour traffic to contend with. But then, I remembered, hello, it's SNOWING right now and will continue to SNOW through the night. That means when I wake up tomorrow, I still need to SHOVEL and unbury my car before I can actually get to work. THAT means I need to wake up BEFORE 5 AM to shovel the freaking car so I can get to work by 6 and then to Philly by 8. Two test cases means a LONG day, and because there's an all-associate meeting at work until noon, only J and I will be in Philly until everyone else gets there at 2 PM. And THEN, because Jen can't stay afterwards, that means we don't even get a nice dinner out of the deal. BASTARDS!

*cries*

Someone needs to work on a teleporter so I can rematerialize in Philly and then back in a matter of seconds. Commuting SUCKS.

Am so incredibly stuffed. Who knew sushi could be so filling? Or that the handrolls are way bigger than I remembered? Yikes. *rubs tummy*

Post-dinner exercise included... shopping. Purchased a new hoodie and new PJ bottoms. Yay! *am happy*

Ever shiver so hard you strain a neck muscle? Yeah. It's freezing outside, yo. *in pain and a little less happy*

Only managed to catch the last twenty minutes of Alias tonight. SARK!!!! Non-pansy Sark!!! *am happy again* I missed my Badass!Sark sooooo much. Am tired right now, but will most definitely have a write up of some sorts tomorrow. Yay!

Found out today that we have extra special testing in Philly on Friday. Two test cases, which means we'll have to get there really early and stay really late. On a Friday!! Oh, yeah, and it's supposed to snow hard tomorrow night. 3-6 inches and dangerous driving conditions. Cannot wait. Bleh.

Peter Jennings just said: "...and the government dissed folks..."

Why does that just sound so wrong? Oy, PJ! But he seems so giddy about his UFO special, I think I'll let it go.

Weeeeeee! Thing2 is taking me out for really great sushi tonight! Okay, so she slipped it in that maybe I should be paying for it, so I guess it's not so much she's taking me out for sushi as I am taking her. Ugh. How do I always get into these messes. Bah.

Plot bunnies are freaky. Actually writing out the plot bunnies is even scarier. After all, the last time I wrote something it was a VaughnDoesIrina fic and a SloaneDoesIrina fic (before it became canon, even *pats self*). Scary. Yeeeesh. That was forever ago, thank goodness, but those stupid bunnies have been at it again. And the newest, a VM LoganAngstFest, has been hidden away at the LJ like the bastard child that it is. *dusts off hands* Should I be worried about my emotional state if I find it a lot easier to write teenangstfic than adultfic? Okay, don't answer that. Blah.

Am totally dry with the vidbunnies. *sigh* Is it summer yet? Are there new boyfriend eps yet? Grrrr.

I'm about ready to blow a fuse. People suck. Men suck.

Am sitting here, trying to wrap up a bunch of reports and stuff on my day off. It's a nice day so I have my windows open. Apparently, the spot in front of my apartment is a favorite for the maintenance staff and the super. Suddenly, some woman comes screaming and yelling at the super to lock up the empty apartments that are located near her because... and I couldn't quite catch the rest of it because the woman was talking in a weird gibberish sort of language (not mocking, just fact)... but it sounded something like some punks or something were breaking in... and something about how some girl got raped or something. And then she left and the only people who were still around were the work crew.

First, there are punks breaking into the empty apartments? WTF. This area isn't the bestest ever, but still, if the stupid landlord keep even keep empty apartments secure, I think maybe I need to start looking for new housing.

Second, there was a rape in the area? WTF! How come I'm the last to know these things? Dammit, I'm usually coming and going at night - well, sometimes - so this is totally not cool.

Third, those fucking maintenance guys started joking and making obscene jokes about the girl who got raped. NOT FUCKING COOL!!!! There are a million things wrong with this and them, fucking prick jackasses. There are also a hundred things I'd like to rant about regarding them and this subject, but I will refrain. I will also refrain from going out there right now and bitchslapping all of them, which was a very realistic option considering the gross and disgusting way they are all laughing about the incident. Assholes.

*deep breath*

Okay. They just packed up and left. So now I can calm down and finish writing my reports and then go rewatch a couple of boyfriend eps to remind me that not all guys are bastards.

Today sucks.

It's a holiday, dammit! And yet, I had to work. Granted, I got paid double for my time today, but still... WORK! And not just any work. We had to go to Philly today for testing... which only lasted about four hours. Then, in order to kill time before our reservations at our expensive steakhouse, we went to see Constantine. Keanu is very pretty, yo. And then we went to have really great steaks. The waiter from last time remembered us, and last time we went was over a month ago. Hee. And our new waiter loosened up, eventually. AND gave us free desserts. See? Flirting really does get you free stuff. LMAO. Ended up missing 24 because I forgot to set the VCR, and when I got back to the apartment, some asshole had parked in my spot. GRRR.

BUT I got paid double time for working in Philly, running tests, watching a movie, and eating an expensive dinner. Sometimes, I really love work.

THE FUCK!

The problem: Harold's speakers were distorted, tinny, muffled, buzzing, and staticky, with a feedback-like quality. I updated drivers and messed with volumes, tested different sound files and different audio software. Jason was still reading his manual.

Then he comes up with something different. So my man, Jason, told me to grab a screwdriver, which scared me because I'm wary of anything that could possibly void my warranty. Granted, I remembered my warranty actually expires next month... So Jason says something about how the modem can sometimes cause a problem with the speakers, which I'm really hoping he was kidding about because Harold is my primary computer and we're likethis when it comes to having sound AND the internet simultaneously. I run and grab a screwdriver, close the top of the lappie, flip Harold over, and then... wait as Jason rechecks to make sure he has the correct model number so I can pop open the correct thingamabob. Jason takes forever to read his manual, and since I am an impatient bitch who was in the middle of writing the last blog entry, I flip Harold right side up, lift his top, and wait for him to come out of standby so I can finish the blog entry before Jason has me disable my modem. As Harold comes out of standby, he makes a dinging noise.

And wouldn't you know it... FUCKING SONOFABITCH!

Harold dings perfectly. In fact, too perfectly and too loudly, as Jason had me max out all the volume settings. THE HELL!

I already tripped flipping him over before and it didn't work! I sat through a 15 minute wait, and stupid questions, and a retry of all my own troubleshooting attempts, and it takes one fucking measly flip of the lappie and going in and out of standby mode to fix it?!!!!! Fucking bitch, that whore Harold!

I knew it was too soon for my speakers to crap out because the rest of Harold was fine. It's gotta be some kind of fucked up joke to give me this kind of premature heart attack just when my warranty is about to expire. And now, of course, I'm all paranoid that everything will indeed screw up as soon as that stupid thing expires next month, which means I have to think about doing a warranty extension. Bastard laptop!

*deep breath*

I'm going to go fume somewhere other than near Harold because I am sooooooo not happy with him right now.

You know what's ridiculous?

Am on the phone with tech support. And yet, I'm blogging at the same time. Why? Because I've already tried to troubleshoot everything he's only now asked me to do and yet... still gotta sit here while he studiously reads through his manual on how to troubleshoot my problem. And you can actually hear him turn the pages, dude. Scary.

*drums fingers*
*hums a ditty*
*paints nails*

It's bad when you're ten steps ahead of tech support, yo.

ARGH!

Speakers on lappie are FUCKED. So not good.

Hmm... does this mean I get to buy a new lappie? *wishful thinking*

I think I've discovered the 'new white trash.'

There's a house on the corner near the Poohrents' house. They've got a pretty large front lawn, and somehow, despite the fact that the huge snowstorm was ages ago and the snow has melted off everyone else's lawn, they've managed to create a big boulder-like formation of snow smack in the middle of that front lawn. And perched with one tire on the top edge of that boulder -- their 4Runner. Those dumbasses were trying to recreate the Land Rover commercial. With a 4Runner, even. Right on the front lawn. *eyeroll* A pickup in the driveway and a SUV up on their version of a rock. Bet their two little kids are really proud of their parents.

The car was gone about an hour later, and then two hours later, it was back again. Right on top of their snowrock. Ya know, this is a great neighborhood. Really.

This could get scary...

So awhile back, I accidentally cleared the desktop while the Boss was in the lab and he saw the boyfriend-centric background I molest everyday had put up. Then somehow it got confirmed that, yes, at that point, I was mostly watching the boyfriend show for the boyfriend. Heart attack had followed, along with lots of flustered, defensive deflection. Fast forward to today, when I do it again. And the first words out of the Boss's mouth: "I watch SG-1, but I haven't gotten around to checking out Atlantis yet. How do you like the show? You know... besides the cute guy..."

Uhhhh... *crawls under desk* I can't decide which is worse: the fact that he knows me well enough to call me on it, or that he snarked me. In any case, I'm starting to wonder what kind of rep I'm getting at work, because I try oh so hard to be professional and serious and, you know, not a completely insane fangirl.

But then it got better. Boss sat down with J and me and we got our geeks on, discussing scifi on TV, in general; SG-1, Battlestar Galactica, Farscape and Star Trek, in detail; and then an in-depth analysis of The Matrix trilogy. The convo went on for quite some time, even though we started to get twitchy about finishing our data analysis so we could leave before lunch. (Half-day Fridays rule, yo.) But what could we do? It's not often we catch the Boss in a really good mood, and when that happens, he can talk about whatever the heck he wants to talk about. And then, somehow, the convo segued into some actresses, which led to the reveal of two of the women on his List. And when J and I teased a bit, we ended up finding out the rest of the List. Ha! But then it just got downright weird when we couldn't match a face to one of the names and he got all excited, rolled over to a free lab computer, and tried to look her up. Lucky for the Boss, the Pooh introduced him to the wonders of imdb.

And yeah... just an odd day. Afterwards, J and I were dissecting the convo we had with the Boss and the whole thing was just really really really weird. Boss is cool and we could have talked sci-fi with him forever, but you know, he's still the Boss. Now, armed with the knowledge that the Boss is a Trekkie and with the dangerous knowledge of his List... well, if I were just a tad more courageous, I'd think nothing of plastering his cube with pictures of Shatner or of women from his List. Too bad my instincts for survival outweigh my love of a good prank. Oh well.

I was going to snark Lost, but then I got indifferent about it, and meh. I've never really gotten into this show after it fizzled on me in the second half of the pilot. It just sort of exists in the periphery, something to leave the TV on while I do other things. White noise. But Robert Patrick was on this week and...

what a freaking waste. Okay, I admit, I was only really half paying attention during the episode, but I get the vague sense that he was only in it for like two? five? minutes. Or maybe my sense of time is warped. *shrugs* Anyway... even with just that... he was still the best freaking thing on the show, in the entire season so far. Pooh lurves herself some Robert Patrick. He is the sex (not to be confused with TheKief, who is TEH SEX) and should not bother with this show but go back to fighting baddies with TheBoyfriend in Atlantis (erm, death cannot stop true, umm... the T1000!). Anyway, I wish someone would explain to me the hotness of the guys on the show so I can at least try to HoYay someone and maybe become more interested in the show most of my flist seems to love. 'Cuz right now, all I keep seeing is a Vaughn, a Mullet, a JerryCurlMullet, the dude from Young Americans who I kinda just want to dress up and make all pretty (a la Jackie with Kelso on That 70s Show), the guy who was way better on Oz, and a Hobbit. And then there's SydneyLite who I just get absolutely nothing from. Even Locke isn't doing anything for me anymore because right now, I'd rather he were back on Alias snarking Sydney's lame ass.

*sigh* Am very frustrated because I really want to be able to like this show. :( Okay, I lie. I don't really want to like the show. Don't really care enough to make the effort. I just really want to understand why other people like the show. 'Cuz human psychology is interesting and stuff. Or something.

Speaking of Kendall... um, ok, I got nothing. But this does segue into the recap...

Alias S4 Episode... The One Before the Sark Episode

Somewhere I Can't Spell: Vaughn's Russian is kinda hot. (I'm also kinda drunk right now.) Bad guys come in and shoot his informant, but before they can kick Vaughn's ass, Sydney comes to the rescue. At first it looks like she's taking care of everything, and Vaughn's a wussy letting her do it. But then they show Vaughn kicking some ass, and I'm happy because I've randomly and spontaneously decided that I will like Vaughn in this episode and it would be a very bad thing if I start my new game all wrong. (So yeah, I'm thinking every episode I will randomly pick someone to lust after just to keep this show interesting, if even just a teeny bit.) But in the end, it's a lackluster scene and I am already bored. Not good.

Home Again, Home Again: Syd comes home from wherever to find Sloane and Nadia sitting waytooclose at the kitchen counter. Nadia tries to explain, but Syd throws him out. Sloane gives Nadia a kiss that is way too squicky to be anything fatherly, and says he'll walk himself to the door, which is good because the door is like a foot away and Nadia would look pretty stupid walking him there. After he leaves, Syd gives Nadia the stinkeye and you can tell that this is a work of fiction because if they were real sisters, she would have already kicked her ass for inviting TheEvil into the house. (Or maybe that's just how it works in my family.) Instead, Syd goes off on her holier-than-thou lecturing about how Sloane is bad and Nadia should stay away from him. Nadia busts out the tired excuse of 'he's my father,' but Sydney's all 'if you only knew what he's done' fiddlecakes. Nadia tries to emote that she knows Sloane's deeds of evilbadness, what he's done to Syd, and... holy crap! Syd had a BestFriend and a Fiance?!! The frell? Was that just continuity? And does continuity work if a show has restarted itself a billion times? And ermm... enough of the philosophical questions... because Sydney's not having any of it which is pretty fresh of Sydney considering Jack ain't no damn boyscout and yet it's okay for her to love him just because he's her father.

"It's not easy to reconcile the past. I thought you had." And there we have the thesis of this week. So by the end of this one hour sitcom, I'm guessing Syd will have reconciled a little something of that past. But which past? S1 past? Post Phase-One past? Post... umm... okay, I'll just drop this.

Briefing: "It's odorless, undetectable..." Damn, someone developed iocane powder? Oh, wait... nothing that interesting. Just something about explosives... What I want to know is how Black Thorine is related to Rambaldi. Yes? No? Who cares? Then why are we even bothering? As it has nothing to do with Rambaldi and this briefing is just another opportunity for the writers to let Sydney snip at Sloane, let's just skip ahead. And seriously, this is getting old really fast. WE.GET.IT. Her petty whiney diva attitude is just so unprofessional and childish, and I wish someone would just fire her ass.

"...but one I'm not inclined to answer unless you need me to explain the essential nature of confidentiality." Actually, yeah, please explain it to her, because she hasn't been able to grasp that concept since... oh... the Pilot. I think her dead fiance would agree. See? That there was an example of Continuity! *pats self*

Dixon gets his weepy monologue, and I've decided that three seasons of this show have turned me into a coldhearted bitch because his speech makes me go "meh" and itch to hit the fast foward button. It's either that explanation, or I'm just too shocked at the mention of Diane to actually pay attention, and therefore miss the Emmy-worthy acting of CL. Then there's lots of Sydney moping and what looks like a prime tear-shedding opportunity, and I really do hit the ff button right to...

GAH! My Eyes!!! Opening credits. It really isn't that bad if you arm yourself with soft projectile missiles (in this case, spitballs) and try to hit as many Sydneys as possible before going to commercial.

Girl Power: Syd apologizes to Nadia. Then because they lack penises and therefore can not whip them out to compare who is indeed larger, Syd and Nadia get in some competitive target practice.

Monte Carlo: Weiss tries to flirt with Nadia when he mistakenly thinks she's fulfilling his French maid sexual fantasy. Nadia then does a piss poor job of vaccuuming, but since I haven't vacuumed in forever, I shouldn't judge. Everyone meets back in their room so they can look at the visual feed from Tambor's room. The spycam zooms in a perfume bottle, because that's obviously important, and Nadia gets all catty with the perfume hatin'. Then Syd picks up the thread, and as if reading each other's minds, they both go off on a girlie tangent, finishing off each other's thoughts and sentences. Yes, Virgina, women do have their own language. And we're telepathic. And speak in code. And are way smarter than stinky boys. See, guys? Be afraid. Be very afraid. The boys, rightly so, are confused. And most likely stupid. So Sydney explains it to them, using her SupaGirlSpyDeductiveSkillz... and really small words. All the men are either confused or too awed by her womanly intellectual prowess, and only Vaughn is man enough to admit he's dumb. I mean, he smiles, thinking it's cute. But then Nadia comes back with stolen goods, sending Weiss on an orgasmic fit because he's got a thing for kleptos.

Just The Girls: Syd and Nadia slink into the bar, wearing their stolen clothes. Said stolen clothes magically fit perfectly on their bodies even though they are obviously different sizes. Perhaps there was an APO seamstress on call in the next room for just this kind of mission emergency? They do the girlie act on the BadGuyGirlfriend and manage to get an invite into the bad guy's room. While Nadia distracts Tambor with sports talk, Syd collects all necessary intel. Weiss, watching the scene play out on the monitors, has another orgasm over Nadia's sports knowledge 'cuz women who both like and know shit about sports r sexy, yo. (Excuse me while I cry again for the loss of the NHL season... and possibly next season... and... *sob*) Weiss and Vaughn do mission commentary over the monitor and it's like, totally a shout-out to me 'cuz like, that's totally what I'm doing to them over my TV and computer! *eyeroll* And "fazham!"? Shut up, Weiss. The gals almost get caught, but the key word is "almost" because I'm not nearly that lucky for them to kill off Syd. They slink off all proud of themselves, and I'm mostly yeah, whatever.

Sydney Gets Bitchsmacked: Sloane rips into Nadia and Sydney for their insubordination. Sydney tries to ignore him and walk out of the room because she's a petty bitch that way, but Nadia, ever the goody two shoes, apologizes for defying orders. Sydney decides to fight back and goes into self-righteous mode, where she struggles to fight back tears. I quickly fast forward before I start crying myself... or poke my eyes out. But I am saved by Marshall. I hate to say it because I love Kevin, but after watching him on Celebrity Poker, where his head looked too big for his body... now I can't get it out of my head that if someone doesn't keep an eye out on him, he could accidentally tip over. And that would be bad because poor Marshall!

Another Boring Briefing: Blah blah blah sale of the Black Thorine. Marshall shows off the mission gadgetry. "Will you marry me, Mr. Bristow?" I KNEW IT! I knew all those looks between the two this season MEANT SOMETHING. And everywhere the slashers scream in joy. Jack, however, just looks uncomfortable and annoyed, because really... their luv so pure was supposed to be a sekrit, dammit! Sloane puts an end to the awkwardness by assigning the mission to Vaughn and Dixon (who is now wearing the inverted colors of the outfit he wore the day before), because... shocker! there really are other spies in this place other than Sydney and Nadia. Sydney and Nadia, disagree because they claim the op for themselves. They also happen to be the two best divers. In fact, they're pretty much the best at everything so whythefuck are Vaughn and Dixon even there? We already know what Weiss is for -- absolutely nothing.

The Black Sea, aka FemaleWetsuitPorn: Women in wetsuits, unzipped just so. Oh right. February sweeps. Nadia goes to crack the safe while Sydney puts the camera-abob on the door window. Dude, that thing ain't small. Dixon and Vaughn enhance the camera images, while Sloane points out the really really really bad guy (this is obvious because he's wearing an bright ugly red suit, blows smoke rings, and has a birth year that ends in a 47.) Nadia cracks open the safe to reveal a lot more explosives than they were prepared for. D'OH! The really bad guys want to test the Black Thorine which means Nadia and Sydney have to hide. Bad guys manage to go into the other room without seeing the huge camera stuck to the door window. Dude. That thing is big and pretty much at eye level and yet no one notices it as they go through the door. Umm... hello? Sheesh. Predictably, RedSuitGuy decides he's going to take over Tambor's entire operation, and of course, in the most shocking twist ever, the girlfriend whips out a gun, in slow-mo even, and tries to kill Tambor. Tambor manages to escape for now, and his bodyguard detail sucks ass because it takes them all forever to pull out any guns, which doesn't matter because they're all dead anyway. Nadia and Syd want no part of this and run to get their gear so they can get off the yacht. Or rather, Nadia runs while Syd does this weird waddling thing. Tambor gets killed. There is non-suspense while Sloane&Co. wait for a response.

Is This Over Yet? Syd and Nadia return to the yacht. Syd goes all slo-mo and sexy up the stairs, except not so much with the sexy, cuz you know, this is Sydney we're talking about. BadGuy is all shirtless and really needs to put the ugly red suit back on again. Nadia takes out a guy. Sydney fast talks Orissa by dropping Sloane's name and by reminding Orissa of some other SloaneFriend who was tortured by Sloane. Meh. There is way too much talking right now. Orissa looks unimpressed, and you know what, Syd? Me, too. Syd starts ad-libbing her 'I'm talking about Sloane but really I'm talking to Sloane and reconciling some of that crappy past thing' speech, but even without Sloane whispering sweet nothings into her ear, she's just as boring as when he was giving her a script to follow. Blah blah blah threatcakes. Girlfriend kills Orissa. Girlfight ensues. *yawn* Girlfriend dead.

Back on the Yacht of Death: Nevermind all the dead people. Now that they have the yacht all to themselves, Sydney and Nadia decide to drink the free liquor and get to know each other better. Then a shmoopy convo occurred, which I ignored, because blah.

Flirting 101: Weiss tries magic to impress Nadia. She can't recognize an easy magic trick if it bit her on the ass. Weiss gets all grinny. Dude. Just ask her to be your girlfriend already. Syd man-struts into Sloane's office, and informs him that she'll never forgive him. Blah blah, where have we heard this before? Syd's lips are putting in a serious competition against Lynn Echoll's for LargestLipsOnTV. Dude, that botox can be some scary stuff. She man-struts back outside, and the addition of an exaggerated hip sway just makes it look even more funny. Sloane stares at her ass as she leaves.

Next Week: SARK!!!!!!!!!!!! *dies*

Damn. This episode wasn't even fun to recap or snark on. And now I fear I am losing my snarking edge because all I want to do is pull a Sydney and be all bitter and petty and mean to this show. Ugh. But then... they show Sark in the previews and suddenly I'm their bitch again. GRRRR. So typical.

If I had a list of things to do (as opposed to people I'd do, because that list does, in fact, exist... probably... lalala)...

'Have a water fight in the work lab' can now be crossed off that list.

We were running eight minute tests, which meant a lot more time to kill inbetween tests. With a bucket full of dry ice, J and I started practicing throwing dry ice into the lab sinks while sitting down. First came the sink closest to us... not a biggie. (My coup de grace would probably be sinking a chunk of dry ice in a 50 ml beaker that was right next to the sink without tipping it over) Then came the sink located in the middle of the lab... harder, but not too bad. Then came the sink on the other side of the lab, which we couldn't see because it was blocked by the lab bench.

With two of the male interns on the other side of the room... of course it was a no brainer to start throwing ice at them. Duh. And of course, they threw whatever small chunks back at us.... until it escalated to A grabbing a water bottle, filling it with water, and then dropping dry ice into it. Now, if anyone knows anything about dry ice in a water-filled squirt bottle, they would know that the water will squirt out by itself almost immediately after the top has been screwed on -- even better than a water gun. J ran, pushing me aside and ran into the other room, which meant I got cornered in the lab with water squirting me in the back, the side, in my face, in my hair, up my nose... before I decided to take the offensive, charge A, and try to turn the squirter back in his direction. Succeeded twice before I found another bottle near my sink and returned the favor.

Dude. That water, if aimed with the right trajectory, can go pretty damn far. There was laughing, screaming, running, and water squirting back and forth across the lab... and a scary moment when we thought someone was going to come into the lab to yell at us (the bosses have affectionately yelled at us before for laughing way too much and way too loud in the lab). By the time we called a truce, all the counters and the floor were wet and all of us were soaked. Yippee for lab coats. But we have no clue about the cleanliness of the bottles and the dry ice. So... after having gotten a face full of that water, if I end up in the emergency room with stuff growing from my face or unconscious with a mysterious illness (hmmm, really really really gotta stop watching House), please inform someone of this event. Thank you.

Hee.

SQUEEEEEEE!!!!!

It needs to be April. Now.

No hockey!!!!! *crawls under covers and cries*

Ever get one of those days where it's hard to sit still and concentrate? And there's a million things that need to be completed, in this case a buttload of lab reports? And you're beyond restless and twitchy and just wanna crawl out of your skin or else you'll scream your head off and go into desperate spasms?

Yeah. It's one of those days.

I wanna cry.

And also, the nonexistent blinking thing on the phone is back again. I don't know if it's just messed up peripheral vision, I'm going insane, or someone/something is really trying to mess with me.

So yeah. *SOBS*

*twitch twitch TWITCH*

Today is a stoopid day.

Stoopid smoke detector has been beeping on and off because stoopid batteries are dying. I'd like to change the batteries because I'd feel really stoopid if the thing started going off at a really inopportune time. (Ok, I'm so boring, there really is no such thing as 'inopportune' time with me.) But some stoopid person put the stoopid detector up on the ceiling. Not just any ceiling, but a really high ceiling. So even standing up on a stoopid chair, I can't reach the stoopid thing. I'm really not THAT short. Really. In fact, I feel positively gigantor because most of my friends are gnomes. But... where was I... Oh, right. Stoopid me on stoopid chair still can't reach the stoopid alarm, which will be bad if it starts blaring all stoopid-like. I considered getting a stack of books to pile on top of the chair, but stoopid me, left all my heavy duty, industrial-strength textbooks in the lab. So... now I have to wait for the stoopid roomie to come back from wherever it is he goes to during the day. And I left the house today specifically to buy batteries! Sheesh.

Stoopid.

Also, my stoopid new external harddrive is at the parents' but I'm too lazy to go get it. And I still need to pay stoopid bills and burn all these stoopid Cupid eps for people. Blah. *crawls back into bed*

Mwahahaha. Steph was right. She created a vidding monster. A bit of a sloppy monster, but who cares. It's too late/early to worry about messy vidding. *evil cackle*

Umm... don't mind me. Also, ignore the timestamp. I'm delirious. Seriously. I can't remember the last time I stayed up this late early for no reason.

Oh yeah. Jack/Tony4EVA!!! I love Monday nights more now ever since Tony came back into my life. Rowr!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Hope everyone and their significant others are enjoying the day (because I hate you all). I wish I could spend the day with mine, but since he's so busy and stuff... I'm hoping he'll send me flowers or candy or something.

*stares hard at boyfriend*

Freaking cheapskate.

Anyway, went out with the boys for lunch today. I bring you the two fortunes from my fortune cookies.
~ It is very possible that you will achieve greatness in your lifetime (in bed). Gee, I hope so. But just to make sure, let's change 'very possible' to most definitely, 'cuz, you know... it's always the quiet ones. lalala.
~ Many a false step is made by standing still (in bed). Well, duh. Also, very hard to achieve greatness, mind you, when standing still. Unless, of course, we're talking strappy things that... um... you know...
And there be your V-Day wisdom for today. *nods*

And now... I am off to buy myself some pity chocolates.

Yeah, I'm a freaking nerd. We spent an hour trying to remember how to convert hexadecimals to binary code. Why? Because we were bored, and at work, and... okay, mainly just because we were bored. Also because it's annoying to realize that something you used to be able to do just.like.that. has slipped your mind. Not that I'm going to need this skill anytime... or ever.

Well... I was going to do a write-up for last night's Alias ep.

But... I wasn't in the mood to do a vampire-ish/X-Files-ish snark on the ep. Besides, seeing how the ep was written by my mostest bestest favoritest Alias writer EVA(!!!11!!!!)... I decided to play hardcore Minesweeper instead.

And for that, I was rewarded with my best score ever on the expert level: 91. Woohoo! So, see? A most productive evening. And to think, I could have wasted it all on yawning over Sydney. Pfffft.

After a bit of a break, I'm thinking about finishing up my stoopid McKay vid. It's been sitting on the hd for a few months, mostly because of massive brainfarting, and really, it's quite cliched and sucky. But for the life of me, I can't bring myself to delete it. Therefore, must finish it in all its icky glory or else it will bug me forever. Probably do it really fast, with my eyes closed - kinda like a bandage and rip it off fast to make it hurt less... or something. And then I can move onto the sappy angsty shippyvid that's been stuck in limbo on the hd for about just as long. *sigh*

Godnabbit!

I forgot my security badge the second day in a row. GRRRR. Stupid stupid stupid! J's going to kill me because I was really glued to her hip yesterday, and now expect to do the same today. Sigh. Got to work really early because I overestimated the amount of traffic there would be. Luckily, one of the other interns got here just when I did and let me in. And now... no one's around to let me out of the lab. 'Course, I could just leave, but then no one's around to let me back in. Argh. There should be doggy doors or something. Ugh, I am such a goob.

Happy New Year!

Crappity crap.

Fuck fuckity fucking fuck.

While we were in Philly, playing with human organs and having a huge free dinner, the rest of the department was in a restructuring meeting. The third restructuring meeting since I've started here... which probably tells me something I already know but don't want to think about. Along with a new section head - who is never here so how the fuck did he get that position?! - we have a new project leader. According to CrotchetyBob, anyway, and he's usually up on his gossip. But damn. WTF. Our project is essentially 'dead' because it needs to be rechartered, and no one knows who's leading it. So... no clue what that means for J and me. Jen put in a request, all nice and approved, for us to be here through March, but that was 'before' so no clue if that holds anymore. And all around, there is nothing but bad vibes because if a company/department restructures three times in a year? Yeah. Something is seriously wrong, don't you think?

Anyway... permanent full-time job. Right. Must increase search parameters. *nods*

In other, better, fun(ner) news... Jen's made the announcement that she's trekking to California in April. I think this is supposed to mean something because she very pointedly stared at both J and me when she made this announcement. So... I guess there's a possible vaca in April now. Hee. Thank goodness. It's been months since my last vaca and damn, I need one.

STEPH!!!!!

West was on NCIS tonight! And I only caught the last five minutes! *squee!*

Okay, I'm done. Back to Veronica Mars luvin'.

I am very upset. No one has restocked the external harddrive that I want. Not since Christmas. People, do your freaking jobs, dammit. And exactly who do they think they're fooling when the salespeople at the four stores I went to all regurgitated the same exact line: "Oh, I just sold the last one two minutes ago." Dude. Exactly the same, verbatim. And hello, no, you didn't, because I checked last week and your shelves were just as empty. I am so not happy with Best Buy or Office Max or Office Depot or Circuit City right now. That's right, they're all going on my shit list.

Hrmph. Now I have to order online, which sucks, because I like my instant gratification, dammit. And also, really really really need to get these Cupid eps off Harold so I can free up space to umm... do other boyfriend-y stuff. Yeah, that's it.

It's hot. Why is it hot? It's winter. Why is it so hot in winter?

All weekend, I've been so tired. And experiencing bouts of slight vertigo. It was/is so not fun. And now I'm hot. *bitch moan whine*

And tomorrow, we're taking our first Philly trip in ages. With a couple of extra people who I already know won't make the day any easier. At least we're renting a car this time, which means I don't have to drive, especially after waking up at the buttcrack of dawn. Kind of looking forward to getting a nice big free dinner out of it, but not looking forward to the drinking. XX gets to be a bit obnoxious when XX has been drinking, stopping just short of groping the waiters the last time and that was only because we had to leave. Meh. Am twitching already, just thinking about tomorrow night. I am such a party pooper.

Had the big new year's dinner with the dad's side this weekend. Got some money, which is always nice. Thing1 brought the boytoy to meet the dad, and the rest of the fam, for the first time. Boytoy is absolutely useless. We told him to bring a gift for the PoohMom, because she's met him once and so far she's the only one keeping the PoohDad from hating him completely, but she's not entirely convinced about boytoy yet and hey, buttering her up is just good sense. So boytoy shows up with candy, which he didn't even buy because Thing1 went out and got it for him to bring. That, after boytoy kept her waiting for an hour after the time she wanted to leave for the restaurant. Getting 'I hate him; I hate him so much; I fucking hate him' on the phone doesn't really do much to help him in my eyes, but hey, she's made him cry numerous times before so... *shrug* And then, he didn't bother to eat most of the food placed before him. Out of 11 courses (I know, makes me sick, too), he took maybe a couple of bites because, apparently, he doesn't really like Chinese food. Ummm... I don't even know where to start on the list of things so incredibly not good about this. AND the bastard got money out of the whole meeting the fam thing, even though he didn't even want to go to the dinner in the first place! See? You meet my family and eat my food during the holidays, you get money. Lucky dumbass.

And gah. Still hot. And still feeling like I've got a massive hangover even though I haven't touched any alcohol in at least a week. Ugh, I hope this passes soon 'cuz I am so not fun this way.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG
GGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Tonight's Alias: Best episode EVER.

lalala what? no ep tonight? hmmm.

Whatever. Must return to looping shippy angst! At least until July.

So it's that time of year again. When Pooh starts thinking about getting her hair cut. It's longer than halfway down my back, which hasn't happened since third grade when I was still wearing it in pigtails. Meh. Cutting is so traumatic so it'll take me about a month before I actually get it done, and lucky you guys, I'll be bitching about doing it until then.

But now... enough of my boring hair. Let's talk about someone with really really great hair. Boyfriend!

Stargate Atlantis: 1.20 The Siege, Part 2

Season finale!!!!

And...

OH MY GOD!!!

GIMME SEASON 2 NOW!!!!!! NOW, DAMMIT!!!!

*deep breath*

So...

~ Previouslies: Wraith hive ships are coming. Weapons satellite takes out 1 of 3 and then gets blown up. Grodin dies! Time to panic!

~ McKay's back at Atlantis. Everyone is out of ideas and the Wraith are still coming. Time for final evacuation. Weir and Shep set the self-destruct, T-minus 10 hours. NotGrodin gets the computer virus ready as McKay, looking absolutely sick to his stomach (me, too) begins dialing the Alpha site.

~ An incoming wormhole establishes as the remaining military guys disperse into defensive positions. "Receiving IDC... It's Stargate Command." Weeeee!

~ Except the new guys look like macho commandoes from a bad sci-fi military show (oh, oops), led by Colonel Jackass. Um, his name is probably Everett, but he's got a massive jack up his ass. Ford, ever the soldier-boy, immediately salutes while everyone else looks on in shock, Shep included. Colonel Jackass relieves Weir of her command. The bastard.

~ Shep: "Sir, we're about to evacuate."
Jackass: "Without a fight."
Shep pauses, makes a sour face cuz he just got called a lily-livered chicken to his face. "Yes, Sir." Hee. *hearts boyfriend's facial expressions*

~ Weir: "It's down to two hive ships. We managed to destroy one."
Jackass: "Good for you. That should make my job a little easier."
Shep: "Exactly what is your job, Sir?"
Jackass: "I think that should be obvious to you by now, Major. We are going to defend Atlantis at all costs."
Heh. Leave it to Shep to remember that even though he got thrown into an authority position, he's still a insubordinating SOB at heart. Rowr!

~ Credits: Usually I skip skip skip, but since it's the season finale... The first time I ever heard the theme song, it was kinda meh. Way too subdued, way too somber, I thought. But now... damn, they give me chills. CHILLS! *lusts her show* Rainbow! In the credits! Yay!

~ Weir begins to argue over Jackass taking over her command, but Jackass came equipped with a note from his mommy, aka Jack. Bleh. Shep takes offense at Jackass's treatment of his (alleged, mostly in my head) girlfriend and starts a minor pissing contest. McKay interrupts before penises are whipped out (damn him) and surmises that Earth found a precious ZPM. Jackass says one was in Egypt the entire time, which I'm guessing is something that happens on SG-1. Jackass looks all proud, like he found the ZPM himself, and happily informs them that the ZPM is on the Daedalus (sp?), sister ship of the Prometheus, and will arrive at Atlantis in 4 days.

~ Instead of asking why the ship is taking its sweetass time, Shep immediately runs off to do Jackass's bidding by recalling all military personnel from the Alpha site. Weir wants to be in the tactical briefing, but Jackass is a jackass.

~ Ford confirms the correctness of Jackass's Atlantis blueprints, and then asks what Jackass and his minions are deploying.
Jackass: "We brought along a few rail guns. They were originally slated for Prometheus, to replace their current [word?] armament, on their next refit. They will deliver an impact velocity of Mach 5 at 250 miles. A standard magazine will hold ten thousand rounds."
Ford: *geeks out, has orgasm*
I love my Ford. He's so easy. Hee!

~ Shep and Weir come in. Shep announces the self-destruct has been aborted, but when asked if he had recalled the Alpha site, he glances at Weir. Cuz he's so his girlfriend's bitch, and obviously understands that the chain of command for kinkysex is also applicable in this situation. Jackass, is then, useless to him. I'm guessing. The huge proliferation of slash-obsession in the fandom involving my boyfriend is a bit scary.

Everett: "I don't need to explain myself to you, Doctor, and I don't need your cooperation."
Sheppard: "But you can probably use mine... Sir. So, with all due respect, please answer Dr Weir's question."
Everett: "Is that a threat, Major?"
Sheppard: "No, Sir. I understand you need to establish a clear chain of command, but if you cut Dr Weir out of the loop, you'll only alienate the people who's trust and respect she's earned, which is everyone on the base. Including me."

Interesting to see how Shep reacts now that, after several months of being ranking military officer, he finds himself no longer in charge. He definitely doesn't seem to have a problem serving under Weir anymore, especially after their blowout in 'Hot Zone.' Also interesting to see Shep mention rather matter-of-factly that Weir has earned his trust and respect, especially after he hesitated when Weir posed the question to him in said episode. BUT he did turn his head and give Weir an embarrassed look right before admitting it, which I love, because hello, continuity. ROWR! Poor Ford, though. He looks so uncomfortable with his bestest friend smarting off at the new commanding officer.

~ "Yeah, they don't think they need us, right up until the point they need us, and then they need us." Heh. McKay and the scientists bitching about not being allowed into the briefing.

~ "Space mines?" Ford is so getting his geek on in this ep. Damn, I'm gonna miss his enthusiasm over blowing shit up next season. And BAH! to freaking Colonel Jackass for always cutting off Shep whenever he has something to say. I'm not even military and I think keeping a couple of space mines in reserve would be a good idea.

~ Sheppard: "It's beginning to sound like a plan."
Everett: "I'm glad you approve."
Ahahahaha. Such snark! And Shep's face! *gasms* *loves my boyfriend and his face acting*

~ Jackass humors Shep now that Shep's cool with the plan, and orders him to contact the Alpha site. Shep gets up, showing some boxers, cuz really, the man doesn't need a functional belt at all. "And Major, this is the last time I give you an order twice." Shep agrees immediately, no hard feelings, because he and I both know that Jackass won't survive this episode.

~ Preparations are under way. Marines and their funny red berets set up their bigass guns and do their thing. Shep teaches a bunch of guys the finer points of piloting a Jumper. More rail gun prep. McKay and Zelenka fussing with the control chair. They are too cute together. (If anything happens to Radek, I will SCREAM.) Prep, prep, prep. Everyone gets a weapon. Jumpers fly out to deploy space mines.

~ Teyla, who is exempt from all the preparations, and apparently doesn't seem to care that the Wraith are coming (fast), practices her stick fighting with some Athosian stud. She's upgraded to a knife, and it's good that she's not practicing with boyfriend, because boyfriend could seriously get hurt with that thing. It's sharp, yo. Colonel Voyeur watches and interrupts them. He tells her to stay out of the way. She offers to sacrifice herself and her people in the fight against the Wraith. Voyeur declines the offer. And I wait for Teyla to deck him one, like the one she gave to Bates, but alas, she just gives him the stinkeye.

~ Beckett plays guinea pig again. Bickering with McKay over powering up the control chair. Yay! Even Beckett has a sidearm. Good. He can't die.
Zelenka: "It's over. See? Nothing to worry about."
McKay: "Get him out of the chair."
Hehe!

~ Alarms. Incoming! Those bastard Wraith have diverted hundreds of rocks from an asteroid belt. Why?? So they can destroy the mines! Dammit! Fucking bastards! Shep looks pretty pissed that they can't deactivate the mines, and while Colonel Gungho watches his mines get destroyed on the display, Weir watches Shep. Yeah, I'd watch him, too. 'Cuz he so pretty.

~ "Well, that's that. Your mines make one hell of a bang, Colonel. I'm sure the Wraith's ears are ringing." Heh. Snark til the bitter end, McKay. Snark on.

~ Shep, looking a bit disgusted, obviously remembers how he recommended keeping a couple of the mines in reserve, and is not happy with their current avoidable situation. "Yeah, well, they're still out there, and we just lost our primary line of defense." According to his bio, Shep's supposed to be a great tactician. Dumbass Jackass should have listened.

~ Jackass and Shep meet in the hologram room so Shep can summarize the Atlantean/Wraith history. Looks pretty grim, but while Shep doesn't think it's a no-win situation, he knows the Wraith will keep coming back. Jackass doesn't argue because he brings up Sumner instead. Shep becomes uncomfortable, then immediately defensive when his actions are questioned. He would just have to face off with Sumner's bestest friend, wouldn't he?

Sheppard: "You weren't there, Sir."
Everett: "I wish for his sake, I was."
Sheppard: "There isn't a night that doesn't go by where that moment doesn't play in my head. And every time it does...."

Every time what? EVERY TIME WHAT?! And before Pooh can get Angsty!Shep, stupid alarms start blaring. GRRRR!!!!! Jackass and Shep both call to the control room before Shep realizes that he's not ranking anymore. Poor Shep. Incoming darts. Jackass orders Shep to get to the control chair and that they'll finish their talk later. Um, no, they won't, because this is the season finale and Shep's the leading man, which means only one of them will survive.

~ Everyone's in position. Not!Grodin uses the dimmer switch to darken the entire city. The FX department really went all out for this episode, cuz... cooooool. Begin fireworks show. Apparently, they have an unlimited supply of ammo, but who's nitpicking, cuz... again... COOOOOOL. I am geeking out over the visuals.

~ Shep runs into the chair room but McKay's not ready for him.

~ One marine, Radnor - who now has a name and therefore must DIE - informs everyone that those blasted Wraith are making kamikazee runs. Fuckers! That is soooo uncool of them. And of course, one lucky Wraith bastard hits them where it hurts, resulting in a loss of primary systems. The Colonel and Weir run out onto the balcony. Umm... I'm not sure how I feel about the girlfriend running outside like that. You know, where they're shooting and getting shot at. And you know, where it's UNSAFE. And you know, now that I think about it, why isn't Weir armed? I mean, I know Shep will kill himself keeping her safe, but if Beckett's carrying, Weir could, too, dammit. More fighting. Darts beam away one gun position, and oops, wrong nobody with a name gets picked up. Ford, Boy Scout that he is, is nearby and double-times it to the empty rail gun so he can play, too. McKay gets the chair working and Shep doesn't need to be told twice, powering up the chair and letting loose the few dozen drones they have left. After watching the drones spitting out of Atlantis, I could make a sexual joke about the sperm-like (sperm, squid, whatever) looking drones, but I will refrain. For once. Ford, all intense-like, blows up a couple of darts and stops just short of yelling 'Semper Fi!' Jackass covers Weir as a dart explodes.right.there, and why is she out on the balcony again? Shep mind controls a drone into the last dart and the city is burning.

~ Regroup. McKay, as usual, is panicking.
Everett: "I want to know the status of those Hive ships, ASAP."
McKay: "They're coming. That's their status! Tomorrow, the day after, the day after that! Eventually, they'll get here. Whether we're here to greet them or not, is another matter."
Jackass doesn't want to hear it, and is open to suggestions. Zelenka looks like he's forming a plan, but it's Shep who speaks first, suggesting they use the Jumpers for their own kamikazee attacks. Um... exactly how many of those things do they have anyway? Shep says it's not a suicide mission if they can remote pilot the Jumpers, and Zelenka get wide-eyed and excited while McKay bitches that, as usual, the military guys go to the scientists for last ditch efforts. "Look, you show up here with your guns and your brush cuts, but when it comes to actually saving the city, you turn to the scientists! And every time, what you ask is impossible." Hee!

~ McKay and Zelenka brainstorm off each other, deciding the chair is the limiting factor, and rush off to do their thing. God, I love these two.
Everett: "Is that a yes?"
McKay: "No, it's a possibly."
Shep determines they can up the destruction factor of one Jumper if they get a nuke. Shep and Weir have a telepathic conversation - cuz they are soooo on the same wavelength - and Weir questions how helpful the Genii will be. Shep thinks they would be more than willing to test their weapons.

~ Teyla runs in to inform everyone the bad guys are already in the city. More prep. No internal sensors so Shep suggest using the life-signs detector, which Jackass can't use because he has no gene. Jackass smugly informs him he got the innoculation. Oh, yeah? Well, he's not a natural like Shep, so there! Ha! Pffft. Teyla brings a bunch of her people there to help. The stick up Jackass's ass slips out a bit as he gives them a considering look, and then tells some captain dude to outfit them with weapons. Then Teyla eyefucks with Jackass. (I saw it, dammit.)

~ Coooooooool. The camera swooshes and pans around outside the city before settling into different sections of the city. The city looks great, and how appropriate that the weather is shitty outside. Can't wait until they do more stories for the city itself (yay for JF's episode next season!) I love the fx they've done for the big multi-parters on this show. The level of detail they have for the city itself is like whoa. *lust* Beckett and McKay work the chair while Zelenka heads to the Jumper bay. *swoosh!* The Colonel - can't call him Jackass anymore - leads his team through the city. *swoosh!* Teyla and her team search the city. *swoosh!* Damn the city is HUGE. Ford stealthily walks down a hallway. Ack! Wraith behind the pillar! Ford gets thrown across the room, but before the Wraith can kill him, Shep comes up from behind and the Wraith eats bullets. And then a couple more rounds for good measure.

Sheppard: "Are you ok?"
Ford: "Yeah. How about next time, you can be the bait?"
Sheppard: "Yeah, maybe. Next time. Right, this way."
Ford gives him a dirty look because that's all he can do to Shep, as they go off to supposedly do it all over again. Hee.

~ The Genii respond to their message and Weir prepares to go represent. She informs Everett she's headed off. Everett, still searching the city: "Good. I can't imagine anyone more qualified. You pull this off, I'll buy you a drink." Weir doesn't look too happy with the offer, because, you know, the only guy who should be buying her drinks is Shep. *lalalala* Weir arrives in the Genii underground bunker, blindfolded and bound. She negotiates with Prenum, who's more than happy to see Atlantis go down. Weir offers C4 in exchange for the Genii nuclear prototypes and a chance to test them. Prenum doesn't care because the Wraith have already come and gone, taking hundreds with them. Hmm... Did they take Kolya and Cowen, too? *is sad* Prenum suggests Weir's life for the C4 instead.

~ Shooting shooting shooting. Power goes down. The Wraith bastards are systematically taking out the generators. Teyla's team is closest to the nearest one, but Shep and Ford (what, just these two by themselves?) rush to help out. Which is good because Teyla&co needed the help.

~ "I am offering you the chance to test your weapon on a Wraith Hive ship, at no risk to your own people, and still have enough to build dozens more. Now, if you are too proud or too stupid, to see that...." "I am way past careful! Now you know what the deal is, and it's a damn good one, so take it or leave it." Hee! Weir gets her negotiating bitch on. ROWR! Girlfriend needs to go off-world more, dammit. See how easy it was for her to get the trade done, without making the Genii an even bigger enemy? Shep should take notes.

~ Beckett manages to activate the Jumper from the Ancients chair, and looks mighty damn pleased with himself. Hee!

~ Weir returns with the prototypes. Go, girlfriend! Everett gets a WeirCrush and starts flirting with her. Understandable. Every guy crushes Weir. Weir plays it up, because girlfriend knows the power she wields. Except she needs to stop flirting back, dammit.

Everett: "Well done, Doctor. I have to admit, I'm impressed."
Weir: "Well, maybe there's hope for me, yet."
Everett: "I'm in your chair."
Weir: "I thought it was your chair."
Everett: "Well, yeah, I don't sit much. I was just going over the..."
Thankfully, McKay and his impeccable timing interrupts before Weir can cheat on Shep (*lalalala*) to tell them the prototypes aren't finished and it'll take him a day to fix them. McKay and Zelenka get to work while Beckett helps keep them awake.

~ In the gate room, Teyla and Colonel watch as the wounded are sent off-world. I could go for a Teyla/Everett ship... Jumper4 informs the Hive ships are coming, and Weir prepares her goodbye speech. The nukes are ready to go and get placed on two Jumpers. McKay rushes back to the chair room.

~ Everett leaves to take his position. "Remember. I owe you that drink." Everett flirts and smiles, trying to eyefuck Weir. Weir smiles because she knows he's going to die before that drink but is clearly just humoring him. Boy, wait until Shep finds out.

~ Weir is back to being a professional, and asks "Sheppard" if he's ready. What? No 'John'? Hmnph. *city swoosh* Shep waits for McKay to power up the chair, but the generator is busted. Everyone else stands alert and on guard, prepared to die.

~ The Wraith ships arrive and another wave of the tiny darts head out to kill everyone. Weir yells at Shep to get his ass in gear. Boom! Boom! Bang! Bang! Kablooey! FX of an exploding dart crashing into the sea. Yay!

~ Zelenka paces in the Jumper bay because nothing's happening. McKay can't fix the generator. Shep looks like he's about to go crazy if he doesn't get to do something. Weir demands to know why no Jumpers are in the air. McKay says the generator is dead. Shep hears this, takes a second, and makes up his mind, bolting out of the chair. And then...

THEN!

Sheppard: "So long, Rodney."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That was not a final goodbye, dammit. I don't care what it sounded like. NO! And McKay doesn't even realize Shep's gone until it's too late. *sob*

~ Everett informs the Wraith are in the base. Weir tells him they may need to evacuate. Shep runs all the way back to the control room and heads directly to the stairs. And he doesn't stop or turn around until he's halfway up the stairs, where it's too late for Weir to stop him.

Sheppard: "Elizabeth, wait!"
Weir: "You can't!"
Sheppard: "I have to, and you know it."

*stare stare angst stare angst lots of final eyefucking angst stare* Noooooooooooooo!!!!!! Nooooooooooo!!!!! You can't kill my ship before it becomes official canon! Shit like THIS doesn't count! Dammit! *sobs*

Weir: "John?" *long hard angsty shippy eye contact* "Go."

Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! And then his face! And then HER face! And then... NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Ya have to wonder... he seemed to need her to give him permission to go. What would have happened if she put her foot down and told him 'no'? On the bright side - if there is a bright side - at least they're going out with a 'John' and 'Elizabeth.' Right now, them calling each other by their first names is like Angsty!Shep/WeirSex. Except I still want to see Shep/Weir sex, dammit. Weir tells Everett the Jumper is on its way, and then she gets all sniffly. No, wait. That was me.

~ Wraith bastard drops down behind Everett, who empties his 9mm into it, but its hand reaches back and... See? No drinks for him. No drinks for anyone! Poor Weir. All the men are dying. *sniffle* Zelenka informs Weir that Shep is taking out a Jumper and Weir is back to business. She radios Teyla, who is... either dead or nowhere, but the rest of her team is definitely dead, and Weir seems to think so is Teyla. Dun dun dun!

~ Shep flies the Jumper out. "Hopefully, if I take this one out, the other one will back off." Except he doesn't look quite so hopeful.

~ Beckett races into the gate room and tells Weir they need to get out. McKay agrees. The Wraith are beaming into the city everywhere. But Weir refuses to go anywhere yet. At least not while Shep is still alive. McKay grasps the situation by immediately glancing at the big display to see as Shep's Jumper goes stealth.

~Sheppard: "You know, if this works, somebody might have to do it again." *sniiiiiffffffle*

~ Ford and guys race around the city. Wraith beam in to stop their forward progress. More Wraith beam in to surround them from behind. Dun dun DUN!

~ McKay watches the screen and realizes what's happening. "You let Sheppard fly that Jumper?" He looks kind of horrified. Weir keeps it together - barely - to nod, before averting her eyes. *hugs Weir and McKay tight, boyfriend will be okay, dammit* They re-arm the self-destruct and get the virus ready again while Beckett stares at Shep's progress. He is definitely unhappy as the SheppardBlip gets ever so closer to the Hive ships. Actually, everyone looks pretty sick to their stomachs. Don't blame them. Shep's too pretty to die.

~ "They haven't detected my approach. Weapon is armed and ready. I'm going in." Nooooo, boyfriend, noooooooooo!

~ TO BE CONTINUED... *cue sad music* GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW! I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL MID-JULY!!!!!!! THAT'S CRUEL!!! *sniffle*

Okay. Well. That episode was mostly set-up but the last ten or so minutes was soooooo freaking worth all of it. Goddamn my ship for fucking with me like that! Goddamn them! *deep breath* So... we know that Shep won't die, because DUH. And we know that Ford won't die because, well, not yet anyway. And Teyla won't die, because she's coming back next season. But wtf happens to save the day? Daedalus arrives before Shep can go all kamikazee on the Hive ships? Something happens in the city and the city itself goes into offensive mode and saves the day - we already know the city has some kind of untapped potential and what a better time for it to tap itself than now? GAH! It needs to be summer NOW. Other than that, I cannot wait for shippy next season, because dude, you can't have a scene like that and NOT pick up the threads later on. And seeing how great this show is with the continuity, I will be very very upset if they just let that die. Um, wrong choice of words. *pets Shep*


Wow. If you made it all the way down here. Congratulations. Have a cookie while I rewatch any and all angsty shippy scenes. *SQUEE!*