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hathycol[The Following Post Shall Now Proceed To Be Shamelessly Fangirly Over Stargate. If You Don't Know Your Sam Carter From Your Sam Gamgee, Then Skip This Post. Thank you.]
Wow. I had a rather good couple of days.
It all began on Monday. After much deliberating and whatnot, I grabbed my tapes, promptly forgot my mid-season-seven tapes, and went out the door. I bought Maltesers, and for the first time they weren't immediatly devoured by the ravening hordes. I shall eat them and think of you.
So, after sitting on the train nervously in the corner as per usual, I phoned up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven who told me to come and find her at the Subway in Bold Street. That was no help. I don't know any street names anywhere. By some miracle, I made it, and was given a Christmas card by chanadlerbong. Awwww. Also saw urplerainbow, which was fun. There was, of course, the initial panic of "Ack! We're going to be late! Panic!"
We were perfectly on time, as we met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
osiris13 (She Of The Car. Lucky sod) and even managed to find our way onto the right bus and all the way to shipperkitten's house. I stand by my original statement that her house is Very Nice and much cooler (read: bigger) than mine. And the four of us sat down to watch some serious Stargate.
We began with Heroes Part One And Two. They were bloody good. I had waited specially to see Heroes Part Two, and I was terrified that the tape wouldn't have worked, but thank god it did. Heroes Part One was just... humourous. SG1 like it should be, and I loved the extra team too. But Heroes Part Two was truly spectacular. From a media point of view, it was wonderful. My heart clenched in fear during the whole thing for Jack, and then the shot with Janet... one of the best scenes in Stargate ever. But I still cried. Like a girl. Iona called me 'cute' Ha!
So, after that... experience, we went on to The Fifth Race. This is one of my favourite episodes, and the same can be said for most Stargate fans, because it has everything. Bloody wonderful. Continuining on the Asgard theme, we watched Fragile Balance, which was again a joy. We then, for the sake of Iona, moved onto Fallen and Homecoming. I am reminded of Fringedwellings.
"Samantha Carter? Were we ever... together?"
"Yes, darling, we've been having an affair for years! Let's remember and have torrid tent sex!"
Well, I can dream. By this point, I had moved to the much more comfortable floor, since I fidget incessantly and four people on a bed and one of them fidgeting is a Bad Thing. It was also around this point thatshipperkitten (go on, guess from the name!) started to nag about Grace. We ignored her, because whilst it is a good episode I can't cope with it twice. And no, it is NOT just about the shippiness. The world does not revolve around shippiness, believe it or not. I just... don't think I like it that much. Not to watch again. But to appease, we watched Urgo instead. Another episode that can Do No Wrong. I love season three. I really do. Foothold, for some reason, is also a favourite. Except we didn't watch that.
I'm actually forgetting the order, but time was steadily marching onto the early hours. Bear in mind that we did watch ten episodes. Luckily,shipperkitten has just made her merry way onto the Net, so it's a combined effort of her and me guessing the order.
After Urgo came Paradise Lost, to appeaseshipperkitten's shippy urgings. Blaaaaargh. Still, it's an episode I enjoy - Jack is still my favourite character. Always has been, always will be. Paradise Lost is stonking, and really good for a the team I think. It's just... quite scary and understated. Good!
Then... There But For The Grace Of God. (TBFTGOG) This is a really good episode, and it's so full of tension even now. And it's scary, too! It's just wonderful. Hail to season one!
And FINALLY, Death Knell. After a few minutes explaining Allegiance and the whole supersoldier thing to Iona, we watched it. The drones are still scary. A mixture of Uruks, Jem'Hadar, Scarran and Borg, they are very, very creepy. And it's a good episode. Is it just me, or is the Jaffa leader quite cool?
And that was what we watched. At about 2am, we realised it might be an idea to sleep. I like sleep. I really do. Iona and I went top to tails in the other bed, which I felt slightly guilty about - poorosiris13 was stuck on the floor again... but it was a comfy bed. And Iona and I were remarkably civilised. I only remember one instance on having no space, and she moved quite quickly, so it was all good. Ten hours later, we got our lazy asses out of bed. 11.50, to be precise. Ooops.
Eventually, though, we had to leave, and we braved the bus system to Liverpool. We even managed not to kill the idiot teenyscallies on the bus, wh yelled "FUCKIN MOSHERS!" out the window at someone. Eeeek.
We got off at the wrong stop, though. *looks embarassed* Okay, so we're idiots and freely accept this. One accidental buying of a book later (I shouldn't be allowed to walk past Waterstones) and some other stuff involving Sayers, I went home and felt sad. I like it when I have a good few days like this.
I have to get out of bed early tomorrow. Builders are coming to fix the roof, which is a good thing, and then Andrew and I shall watch Harry Potter. Which are a wee bit crap, but I promised. And on Thursday/Friday,flickerswitch! Nose piercing! More Liverpool!
Life should always be this fun. To prove that it is not, I'm now off to my Tuesday shift at Homebase. Oh, yay.
~Hathy_Col~
Wow. I had a rather good couple of days.
It all began on Monday. After much deliberating and whatnot, I grabbed my tapes, promptly forgot my mid-season-seven tapes, and went out the door. I bought Maltesers, and for the first time they weren't immediatly devoured by the ravening hordes. I shall eat them and think of you.
So, after sitting on the train nervously in the corner as per usual, I phoned up
loneraven who told me to come and find her at the Subway in Bold Street. That was no help. I don't know any street names anywhere. By some miracle, I made it, and was given a Christmas card by chanadlerbong. Awwww. Also saw urplerainbow, which was fun. There was, of course, the initial panic of "Ack! We're going to be late! Panic!"We were perfectly on time, as we met
osiris13 (She Of The Car. Lucky sod) and even managed to find our way onto the right bus and all the way to shipperkitten's house. I stand by my original statement that her house is Very Nice and much cooler (read: bigger) than mine. And the four of us sat down to watch some serious Stargate.We began with Heroes Part One And Two. They were bloody good. I had waited specially to see Heroes Part Two, and I was terrified that the tape wouldn't have worked, but thank god it did. Heroes Part One was just... humourous. SG1 like it should be, and I loved the extra team too. But Heroes Part Two was truly spectacular. From a media point of view, it was wonderful. My heart clenched in fear during the whole thing for Jack, and then the shot with Janet... one of the best scenes in Stargate ever. But I still cried. Like a girl. Iona called me 'cute' Ha!
So, after that... experience, we went on to The Fifth Race. This is one of my favourite episodes, and the same can be said for most Stargate fans, because it has everything. Bloody wonderful. Continuining on the Asgard theme, we watched Fragile Balance, which was again a joy. We then, for the sake of Iona, moved onto Fallen and Homecoming. I am reminded of Fringedwellings.
"Samantha Carter? Were we ever... together?"
"Yes, darling, we've been having an affair for years! Let's remember and have torrid tent sex!"
Well, I can dream. By this point, I had moved to the much more comfortable floor, since I fidget incessantly and four people on a bed and one of them fidgeting is a Bad Thing. It was also around this point that
shipperkitten (go on, guess from the name!) started to nag about Grace. We ignored her, because whilst it is a good episode I can't cope with it twice. And no, it is NOT just about the shippiness. The world does not revolve around shippiness, believe it or not. I just... don't think I like it that much. Not to watch again. But to appease, we watched Urgo instead. Another episode that can Do No Wrong. I love season three. I really do. Foothold, for some reason, is also a favourite. Except we didn't watch that.I'm actually forgetting the order, but time was steadily marching onto the early hours. Bear in mind that we did watch ten episodes. Luckily,
shipperkitten has just made her merry way onto the Net, so it's a combined effort of her and me guessing the order.After Urgo came Paradise Lost, to appease
shipperkitten's shippy urgings. Blaaaaargh. Still, it's an episode I enjoy - Jack is still my favourite character. Always has been, always will be. Paradise Lost is stonking, and really good for a the team I think. It's just... quite scary and understated. Good!Then... There But For The Grace Of God. (TBFTGOG) This is a really good episode, and it's so full of tension even now. And it's scary, too! It's just wonderful. Hail to season one!
And FINALLY, Death Knell. After a few minutes explaining Allegiance and the whole supersoldier thing to Iona, we watched it. The drones are still scary. A mixture of Uruks, Jem'Hadar, Scarran and Borg, they are very, very creepy. And it's a good episode. Is it just me, or is the Jaffa leader quite cool?
And that was what we watched. At about 2am, we realised it might be an idea to sleep. I like sleep. I really do. Iona and I went top to tails in the other bed, which I felt slightly guilty about - poor
osiris13 was stuck on the floor again... but it was a comfy bed. And Iona and I were remarkably civilised. I only remember one instance on having no space, and she moved quite quickly, so it was all good. Ten hours later, we got our lazy asses out of bed. 11.50, to be precise. Ooops.Eventually, though, we had to leave, and we braved the bus system to Liverpool. We even managed not to kill the idiot teenyscallies on the bus, wh yelled "FUCKIN MOSHERS!" out the window at someone. Eeeek.
We got off at the wrong stop, though. *looks embarassed* Okay, so we're idiots and freely accept this. One accidental buying of a book later (I shouldn't be allowed to walk past Waterstones) and some other stuff involving Sayers, I went home and felt sad. I like it when I have a good few days like this.
I have to get out of bed early tomorrow. Builders are coming to fix the roof, which is a good thing, and then Andrew and I shall watch Harry Potter. Which are a wee bit crap, but I promised. And on Thursday/Friday,
flickerswitch! Nose piercing! More Liverpool!Life should always be this fun. To prove that it is not, I'm now off to my Tuesday shift at Homebase. Oh, yay.
~Hathy_Col~
