Today, I bit off the head of a Santa Clause gummy sucker and gnawed at it for like, half an hour thinking about all the wasted thousands of dollars in dental work that would have to be redone with the magic of invisilines (it’s hard enough to be taken seriously as a chick who wears t-shirts and jeans in my business without you know, braces at 23, yo) when I have insurance again sometime in the distant future.
Also, I recalled, vaguely, a conversation I had with somebody (I seriously do not remember who) about the horrible mission reports Sheppard must write up.Â I mean, seriously — think about it.Â John’s totally the type to check all the boxes and fill in all the ovals and then write something in the summary section like, “We went to the village.Â There was a pony,” and then fail to elaborate.Â Maybe it’s some sort of conservation of blather rule or something because I bet McKay’s mission reports are all 20 pages long at the short end of the spectrum.
Of course, this also got me thinking about specific episodes:
“Childhood’s End”: Wraith shield discovered; McKay made bad Lost Boy jokes.
“The Brotherhood”:Â We got a ZPM, then McKay hit puberty, and we lost it.Â Genii continue to suck.
“Underground”: Beckett found love.Â Didn’t work out.Â New rule: scientists shouldn’t date.
“Condemned”: We went to the city.Â Then we wore collars.Â (See McKay’s attached note re: chafing.)
Just IMAGING having to read these things professionally makes me want to cry.
Oh, and also, a snippet, for those of you who were rooting for SGA/Bones AU: