Giggling to Myself in My Cube

One of my co-workers is apparently a Firefly fanboy:) He's giving Serenity to people in my office as a Christmas present.

I don't actually know who he is because I don't know everyone's name, but he's giving it to the people who are on the outside of my cube and goes in and gives the pitch to them and hands them the DVD. It's cracking me up. (He's hit about 3 offices so far:)

It makes me feel like I know something that everyone else doesn't:)


Finished - mostly - my Christmas shopping. And I didn't kill anyone at the Beverly Center. That in of itself is a minor miracle.

Splurged and bought myself the new Starburst edition because my beginning of Season 3 DVD's have been MIA for a year and I've no idea who has 'em (and odds are it's one of two ex-boyfriends and frankly, they can keep them). I just... I love the beginning of Season 3. Well, I love all of it, but the run of SOD through Different Destinations is, weirdly enough, comfort viewing for me. And I never, never lose that gushy romantic feeling of seeing Crichton and Aeryn reunited, the rawness of that in the snow, and then the kiss at the end of Season of Death. I'm an utter sap, I understand this completely, but it's also beautifully done, these subtle shifts of expression, movement, hesitation, and desperation. There's a reason I'm still an utter fangirl for this show.

I'm also talking myself into writing some Mitchell/Daniel gen because really, the prospect of Mitchell in the crowded Barnes and Noble by the Citadel, drinking overpriced coffee and staring at leadership books is just too much to resist.

Bangs head on desk - Why yes, this is SG-1 S9 fic. Why yes, it's also holiday fic. Kill me now.

Blame rydra_wong and _minxy_. This does not, in fact, satisfy my need for S9 gen fic. It's mostly pointless, but I had an image in my head, and it wouldn't go away. I blatantly stole one of the lines from Fox Mulder.

( Who Stole My Cheese and Put It Underwater for the Fish? )