Damn those teeth

[itsallovernow]

My teeth hurt. My lower wisdom teeth are coming in and it hurts. I want to crawl under the desk and hold my jaw. Whimper.

I went to Krav Maga last night. Got my ass kicked. Yeah me for going, though. We did elbows in Level 1 and my head is still ringing.

Posted Mare Tranquilis to Kansas, and am off to post it to Leviathan. crankygrrl was merciless, but it's cleaner and better. Blows her kisses and hopes her day improves. It's funny, this piece was triggered by a what if John apologized to the flight director random thought, and has ended up being one of my favorite things. Huh.

And in that spirit, still influenced by her crankiness, a line to build a fic around.

"Well, we're not dead and the universe didn't implode, but we still have one more problem."

"And that would be?"

"D'Argo's gonna want to dance at our wedding."

Comments

[cretkid.livejournal.com]

I love building fic around a single line (or exchange of dialogue)

"You haven't blown anything up lately."

"Are you volunteering?"

"No."

"Then shut up."

*guffaw*

[life-on-queen.livejournal.com]

"D'Argo's gonna want to dance at our wedding."

Y'know, between you and Cretkid, people are gonna think I'm this incredible editing-bitch-from-hell.

Oh, wait—never mind.

BTW, didya ever get the word copy to work or did you use the one in the e-mail?

[apathocles.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but... but... D'Argo's so cute when he dances! I love D-dancing. Anth gave us a demonstration of all of D's different dancing styles at SydCon. It was adorable.

D'Argo can dance with me, anytime! He has no self-consciousness. I like that.

[scapersuse.livejournal.com]

Finally got a chance to go over to Kansas and read MT. I loved it, it's gorgeous. Profound mixed with the everyday in one yummy package.