Stream of Conciousness. And some recs.

So far, today has been good. My rock star hair from last night carried over, and the wedding last night was beautiful. Despite being on a Thursday. At five p.m. In the ass end of wherever from where I and everyone attending lived. The place was beautiful and the bride was beautiful and the ceremony was beautiful and even a little bit funny and these are two people who are not only in love, but ready to make a life together. And I cried, which I don't normally at weddings. Certainly not when my sister got married, but part of that was because it was at 10 freaking a.m. on a Saturday and she'd had a dream that I'd ruined her hair and wouldn't talk to me and again 10 a.m. and my younger sister kept sneaking off to smoke cigarettes in the bushes with her cousin and I didn't even smoke then and I wanted to run off with them and not stand sunburned in my silver dress while the weather tried to figure out what to do and my dad looked like Don Corleone, and her dad sort of glared at everyone.

And not when my best friend got married either because we were 24 and I didn't know then that relationships were about more than liking the same music and having lots of sex and doing laundry together. I didn't know how hard they were. And so I didn't cry then, although I drank a lot of champagne and got as absurdly nostalgic as you can only get at 24 and lost my shoes and kissed a lot of boys and yelled at the same boys when they sent us home in the cleaner car and stopped at Pink's to get chili dogs and forgot that they had the house keys and we had to wait in the middle of the night for them in front of the house and I mentioned losing my shoes? So no, I didn't cry then.

But I cried a little last night, because I know now. That it's hard and tenuous and work, and something worth that work, or it should be, and you're not just marrying him, you're marrying his faults and flaws and family and he's marrying yours and somewhere in there, he's got these beautiful delusions of you and you're going to have to live up to them, just like he'll have to live up to yours, because that's just what you do.

On to the recs:

First and foremost, minervacat has written this lovely, subtle, sexy, so very sexy, entirely perfect Daniel/Vala story that just nails what they are and could be and I just, I like the analysis to describe why it's so perfect, so go forth and read and then y'all can tell her why it's perfect: You Can Buy Her Things, But She'll NEver Be Bought. I've already read it twice and it's even better the second time around.

Also, two amazing Sci-fi Friday vid mashups, by sisabet and sockkpuppett: HERE. Doctor Who (9th Doctor), BSG, and Farscape all together and they are both fantastic with entirely different flavors to them and again, themes and cuts that tell a unique story even withint the context of these three separate stories. Again, I lack adequate words, but go forth and watch and praise these incredibly talented artists.

I Hate Waiting

Supposed to pick M. up at the airport because I wasn't smart enough to think of a way out of it. But his flight's been delayed so now I'm just killing time.

Fortunately, my fake TiVo recorded SG-1 for me.

( SG-1: Counterstrike )