I had this whiney post, see....

I had this really whiney post that I decided to save as private. (You're welcome.) Instead, you get this:

I had frothy cocoa in an Ethiopian restaurant tonight.

On the way there I had two fanfic ideas. One has John throwing a can of tomatoes at Rodney, while Rodney ducks and says, "Are you crazy!? You could have hit me!" John storms out the door. Comes back for his jacket. Then leaves again, "before I commit justifiable homicide."

The other, in a completely different story, has John explaining to Carson that since women in the Pegasus galaxy are not into prophylactics ("It's pretty much a deal breaker") he doesn't "bring it home." Naturally, Carson doesn't get what he means. So John says he doesn't "go all the way." And Carson gets it. "Ooooh... coitus interruptus. But that's not one hundred percent effective." Since they're discussing a baby with John's DNA, John says, "Thank you. I'm aware of that."

My date didn't show (a good thing since I'm a plague carrier at the moment -- wildernessguru is very, very sick), so after writing these two down on the back of a receipt, I asked for the check. The waitress brushed it off and said I could pay them when I came in next time. I pressed them, but no, no, next time, they insisted. Okay.

I walked home, fanfic burning a hole my pocket.

It was dark and the sidewalks were shiny with streetlight. The park I cross through has gold globes on sticks and so the light is golden.

I passed a guy walking two dachshunds, his arms stretched in opposite directions. The plump one (and this doggie was fat) wanted to go forward. The skinny dog was back the other way, sniffing a tree. I laughed and told him, "Good thing they're small." I didn't hear what he said, but I got the impression that they were still doing a good job of snapping him like a rubber band.

I shall inform you all that, if you like delicate flavor, you should definitely try white tea. Even if, like me, you're having it with a sandwich. (enname, this reminds me of your post on Japanese incense. It could be the subtlety. Subtle tea?

Oh, and before I forget to gloat:

GloatGloatGloatGloatGloat.

I was right. argosy wrote One Piece At A Time which, if you haven't read it yet, how foolish of you. The fic written for me (mine, mine, all mine!) was the best of the sga_santa. Don't believe me? Count the comments and believe everyone else.

And for more gloatability, I was right that the excellent They Might Be Giants was by auburnnothenna (okay, I may have second-guessed myself and decided she'd beta'd the fic for eretria, but my first guess was right). I'm two for two. Ka-ching! gloatgloatgloat..../small>


Psst. See my new icon? It's by monanotlisa. *flaunts*