Right. I've remembered why I despise undergraduates. Someone distract me? I've still got 40 exams to look through.

( Godbox Email to Jack Harkness )

( Godbox Text to Rodney McKay )

Looking for a partner to spar with. And by spar I mean with swords.

Anybody lost a black kitten? Likes chicken salad and coffee...had no collar.

am keeping it if no owner

( Mia, John, Hattie, and Ashni )

16 medals so far!!!! GO CANADA!

Miss Barbie?

I have located my datebook. You mentioned you wished to schedule something?

Hello?

Apparently this is the message board type thing, interface, whatever. Is anyone else from Atlantis or the SGC here?

This is... quite unusual. How did I come to be here and how did I come to be here in this human body?

.......

......hhhm.


No ticket.

So, um. Yeah. Your birthday. The day when everyone celebrates you. You certainly deserve to be celebrated. I couldn't pick out just one thing for you, so yeah, I kinda went overboard. But... you deserve everything. I kinda like you. A bit. You're not rational and totally insane and I'm still trying to quantify you but I don't think it's possible. If I ever do I'm pretty sure I'll be up there with Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein. Your theorem will make stars dance, Jani.

Happy Birthday.

So you'll always have music to dance to.
So you'll always remember there are certain rules you can't break and you will be safe.
So you'll never be taken off guard.
So you'll have always have instant protein available on your wild escapades.
Because what's funner than instant snow?
Because you already have the key to my heart.
Because, believe it or not, I do trust you. And this way you won't be stealing things and that will make you a tiny bit safer.

The part I found particularly funny is using Reimann-Zeta function as a vehicle in regards to herpes, when actually syphilis would be much more appropriate and cliche.

HAHAAHHA... herpes.

So the other day I was... uh.. kind of working my way through this equation in which I had to arrive at an answer to reconcile the rate at which Ancient technology interacts with the plain old spark-fuel combustion engine -- you would be amazed at how volatile unleaded gasoline is with naquadah when combined under the right circumstances... said circumstances still to be determined when they are right -- and mostly trying to work out this equation so the car I'm trying to modify doesn't explode when the driver presses on the gas pedal, because that isn't really helpful to the whole experiment. You know, when your driver and test subject explode.

Um. So. Ah, yes, I was speaking of toasters.

I replaced the electric coil in the toaster -- the heating element -- with a thin wire of naquadah and spliced in a crystal about the size of Rajani's pinky nail and now... Well, I have created a toaster that responds just like the jumpers respond... to the gene therapy and those that are lucky enough to have the correct gene sequence. I mean, seriously, it's like comparing playing craps to ... I don't know.. sudoku? One is a game of chance and the other is thought-provoking and takes skill.

I'm off subject again. This toaster that pretty much reads your basic desire for toast and responds accordingly. Light, burned, just warmed, whatever your toast wants may be. I kinda did the same thing with the godboxes, as far as Gigi would allow me to mess with her creations, and again let me state that if anyone wants any kind of modification to their godbox I can certainly do that. Rajani calls it "pimping them out", and yeah, I guess.. uh, that's a colloquial way of putting it.

And now I'm going to create the world's most perfect BLT made with Ancient technology. And a beer. Before I get back to that damn equation where I can pinpoint exactly the rate of burn to save some guy from exploding in a silver Altima.

For your viewing pleasure:



You may all laugh and enjoy such stupidity, but I swear to God every person working for me at this moment are no smarter than these buffoons right here. It's a burden, having to ultimately do everything yourself simply because you have the larger brain.

And once again, I prove my superior intellect and ability to save the day with only my brain and scanty resources.

The X-Wing is in a new location, Small Jani. Chubby fox, indeed.

Sheppard? Where did Gigi land you?

McKay, you haven't been messing around with subspace-time again, have you? Because if you have, I will kick your ass when I get back from this.

Current Mood: annoyed

Rajani?!?

SHIT!

SHE'S TOUCHING THINGS AGAIN! And fiddling with my mind so I'm happy that she's touching things!

And why is she asking me where my X-Wing is?

Let me tell you, considering the recent influx of space captains and their... heroic manliness and derring do and sexy escapades they continually harp on, it sure adds an interesting peek into the psyche of she whom we know as Gigi.

Either its all her fault or the combined fantasies of every single woman who frequents this board managed to draw just the right type of guy -- except one who will go unnamed. And that is just MEAN.

What's next? A sudden influx of 6 foot tall rabbits named Harvey? Han Solo will show up and put to rest the whole WHO SHOT FIRST controversy?

Proof I'm not dead, for Rajani. Well, the not-dead bit is for everyone, but this gem is for Rajani.

*sniff* Eees too beautiful...

Annnnnnd now I get out of the blast zone. He knocked out a solar system, didn't he....

All this talk about 'going Lez' has got me thinking - it's oh so acceptable for a woman to declare her attraction to another woman, but I'd like to open this up to the men of this place.

The question is to all you strapping men "Three celebs you would switch tracks for, from your current position?" (and, hell, if women want to get in on this go for it!)

C'mon on, Rod, Logan, Pulse, Azzy, Mia... Anyone!

(in case you are all wondering, mine are: Sydney Poitier, Maggie Q, Penelope Cruz)