every martyr in this jungle

Thanks to the latest episode of Family Guy, I realized what my baser instincts have always loved about Bill Clinton. Setting the married issue aside (or not!) when he walks into a bar, he's equally likely to hit on the hottest girl everyone's buying drinks for as the wallflower in the corner.

In other shallow news, Michael Shanks. In the course of rewatching Absolute Power, it's come to every fiber of my being's attention that Daniel Jackson is dangerously capable of being evil and still irrefusably appealing. I have no defenses against him whatsoever.

Elsewhere, I can't decide whether to be thoroughly mortified about the Jane Fonda/Stephen Colbert interview fit for nowhere but Showtime after hours or admire her gall. He's married! But then, she did succeed in ruffling him, something that I don't think has happened since the show began. Basically, I'd love to do as I please but not if it means violating someone's personal space.

It was brought to my attention that Amy Sherman-Palladino may have written Lee Adama's explosive witness-pulpit monologue, and I was not surprised at all. He doesn't generally stand out, but damn was I a gaping fool after that.

Twitter is too metaphysical to keep me from going insane after answering that question so many times. Although if David Hewlett wants to do it, who am I not to cheer the fad?

BAD: Subtropical Storm Andrea formed right next to my state (we're supposed to get a week of nail-biting network news suspense with weather maps and wildly varying landfall predictions! NOT FAIR.) more than three full weeks before hurricane season begins. GOOD: You can't argue with the breezy cool weather as it sucks up all the humidity and wretched, choking heat that descended weeks ago. It's the only thing keeping us going through the demoralizing chore of doing anything outside in the constant haze and rain of ash from the more than 200 wildfires burning in said fair state. Oy.

In conclusion, office bureaucracy is the irony of the communications industry. Irony that almost made me choke a bitch today. But then, is irony anything but a kick in the pants?

Oh, Ronon. You sum up this post so well.

( You may know that we took a set tour today. )

( Despite the high bar, the non-set shenanigans held their own. )

Brief recaps of the past two months, and a day-in-the-life photo meme to kick off March.

JANUARY ( Started new job, freaked out, quit, editors pep talked me back into it. )

FEBRUARY ( Settled into new routine, found two more ways to occupy my life through online Scrabble and Naruto. )

MARCH ( A day in the life, through dialup-friendly pictures. )

And there you have it. Minus the speaking with dead people's families, watching houses burn down, useless at-our-convenience information officers and driving through seedy neighborhoods to it all. Why did I stay again?

Posting from the Room of Daniel Jackson Lust at saturn92103's, where over the course of nine hours, two respective bottles of wine and conceding that we were not in fact smart enough to master the SG-1 board game (recommended playing age 9 and up WHATEVER, we totally kicked at Lord of the Rings Trivial Pursuit instead, HA!), we've had a wonderful time.

Besides being excellent company, Saturn is at the same point of her SG-1 fannish progression as me, so we're both squealing about Jonas Quinn's exceptional day-saving in Descent and Daniel coming back in Fallen and loving Sam Carter and the summation of Jack and Daniel's relationship as non-sequiturs and unresolved tension (TM Michael Shanks) - everything is cool and new. We watched Abyss, and I cried like ANYONE WITH A HEART through Jack's second conversation with Daniel while he was held prisoner on Ba'al's ship, because he would SO RISK THE WRATH OF ALL ELEVEN DIMENSIONS' WORTH OF ANCIENTS TO STOP DANIEL'S SUFFERING. I've never been disappointed in Daniel but in that moment.

We also had a fascinating chat about conventions and meeting celebrities from Saturn saying she is disinclined to know about Michael Shanks' life and wouldn't particularly have anything more than "Thank you for Daniel Jackson" to say to him. When I went to WizardWorld in Chicago in July 2002, it was for the sole purpose of meeting Michael Rosenbaum. I knew nobody from the fandom, my flight got in that morning and left the same night - all I wanted was a chance to shake his hand and say something memorable to him. Aah, idealism. Anyway, I spent five days agonizing over what to say but couldn't come up with a single thing. When it got to be my turn in the autograph line, I blurted something about Lex's beautiful cars, which one was his favorite and does he get to actually drive them. It was a lovely chat - he does and keeps the insurance and camera people on their toes - but did it mean anything?

It did then because I went to meet Michael Rosenbaum, who is an unequivocally charming boy and nothing like the character he plays on TV. But if I were to go to the same convention tomorrow, I still wouldn't know what to say because my motives for going wouldn't involve him, but rather Lex. I'd like to ask the characters questions - what's been your most exciting discovery personally, Daniel Jackson? Did you think about the fact that signing up for the Atlantis mission likely meant giving up flying, Col. Sheppard? Are you morally bothered by the experiment you've conducted to develop the retrovirus, Dr. Beckett? How would it work to have actors show up to conventions in character? Because they're the reason we watch these shows. Additionally, I don't want to see Sheppard rolling down the corridors of Atlantis on his skateboard because Joe Flanigan's life shouldn't give insight into Sheppard.

Mostly though we talked about Daniel Jackson's lower lip and broad shoulders, with a few minor detours into toasting the launch of space shuttle Discovery, a wager on Harry Potter's life and the proper pronunciation of Goa'uld. There was also lamenting of the very little education in the practical aspects of becoming a functional human being after college, the biggest of which being that it gives you no appreciation of just how much is out there. I think that's the reason why I didn't take a risk after graduation, because the system as it is worked for me - I have a good job in my chosen field. Which doesn't really work when I could very well be happier serving coffee on the Stargate sets, and she reminded me that, hey, if my priority in life right now is something else, either personally or professionally, there will never be a better time to pursue it. But while the secret to living on sci-fi and alcohol alone remains elusive, we certainly made a great day of it at least.

So, randomly on the Sci-Fi Channel today, I caught a preview for The Tower, this week's Friday rerun, in which John is called an "intergalactic babe magnet" before the scene where the princess drops her clothes in front of him. Next, of course, is his "I never see this coming" line, which never fails to make me dissolve into giggles because really, John is a smart, observant fella, kind of in the job description of keeping everyone alive. It always makes me think amusing thoughts about whether his blind spot is sex or women. And frankly, with the way he flirts, I'm inclined to say the latter.

But as I told saturn92103, frankly, if there's an intergalactic playboy between the shows, I don't know how everyone's nominating John when it is in fact Daniel Jackson who's got a woman in every port. I mean really, if they're not trying to make him their love slave, they're hot for his Earth knowledge and think osmosis works in humans, too, or they just like the view. I blame them for none of the above, especially when he's wearing a black T-shirt, but seriously.

Unrelatedly, SG-1 is only second in meta-liciousness to The X-Files (hi, yes, caught that rerun of Hollywood AD the other night.) But Sam Carter whistling the show's theme song in the elevator? That, I think, rates at least honorable mentions. The revolving character door is always a good time - Halling in the episode that Epiphany ripped off was weird in his suit, Dr. Gaul as the well-meaning archeologist-turned-research assistant. Though they wussed on the Sha're plotline in a big way, and Sam is done no service at all with her long looks at Jack, but yeah, it's all a plenty lot of fun.

In other news, Jesus it's hot. I mean, yeah, Florida, I know, but I wasn't supposed to be treading humidity for at least another month. And of course it's now that my car's impeccable air conditioning since 1997 decides to sputter and die. Bah.