DIY Eschatology

I'm not repetitive. I'm, um, developing a theme. Right. Maybe later I can put together all of these and pretend I knew what I was doing from the beginning.

Title: 3 AM, Anywhere
Rating: PG13

He looked like he was older than he looked like, if you know what I mean. Sad as hell, too, but used to it. I refilled his coffee and gave him an extra donut.

Due to peer pressure at Job #3, I'm going to have to dust off my almost-forgotten (and never very good) go skills.

I wrote about SG-1 10x20, but then I didn't post it because it ended up being too much of a rambling rant, and I want to focus on the series' good things.

This week seemed to be composed of about three days of fifteen hours each. That's a worrisome development, and I beseech next week to deviate from this nascent pattern.

ETA: Horatio Cane.

The rec: Heroic Measures

The question: This story didn't read like fanfic to me[1], but I can't quite put into words why. I'd love to to hear if this is the feeling you get, too, and if so where do you think it comes from.


[1] Needless to say, there's no implicit value judgment either way.