Plans

My parents are planning a dinner party, probably as a direct result of last night. Not that last night was that awful. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. The hosts, whom I hadn't met before, were a perfectly nice family, and for some reason they thought I was funny, and in a good way. She insisted I call her "Meera" which is her name, rather than adopt her as a theoretical relative as is the custom. Anyway, she was nice, and I met her sister, who was equally nice. And one of the best things about them - they are both respectable Indian women, and they're not doctors. One is a dancer, just returned from a tour of the country, and the other is a teacher of autistic children. And I later found out they have another sister, who is studying to become a journalist. My faith in humanity was temporarily restored.

There were kids there, there always are at these things, but thankfully Manpreet-I-know-everything-bow-down-to-my-greatness-girls-are-stinky wasn't there. Unfortunately, his sister was. Chanun is a brat to end all brats. I loathe her. I managed to avoid her, because oddly, the folks there suddenly realised I am not a baby. I'm sixteen years old and just as opiniated as you. It wasn't bad.

Anyway, in the spirit of giving and receiving, my parents have decided we need to hold a dinner party. They are planning to hold it on the third of May, so it won't interfere with my exams (very thoughtful of them) and I've been making out a guest list for my mother. There's about twenty people on it, but there's no kids in this one, something for which I am currently eternally grateful, but it will probably change due to the inherent fear of babysitters they all seem to have. I know already what the evening will be like, because we do this every year, except, usually, it's at Diwali. In vain did I complain it's not Diwali, it's April, but no. They want to hold it now. Anyway. I will be good and help out, and I think Becca will be invited, too, as she was to the last one and that wasn't bad. The only major drawbacks were my absence when my mother was buying orange juice (I said, don't do stuff without me, but she did, and the end result was that she bought orange squash and served it undiluted) and the fact we defrosted some of the cake/gateau type stuff for two hours instead of eight and they were all frozen from the inside.

While he had his diary out, Pedar made a few more decisions. He has decided he wants to go to Paris the weekend after my exams finish, which I am all for, and he also recommends that when I'm in Indianapolis, not to come home immediately, but to fly out to Atlanta and then on to San Francisco, which is something else I am all for.

Of course, none of this may ever happen. I can only wait and see.

Need

I have this sudden urge to write Stargate fic again. Why can't I throw off the fandom, why!?
If Pedar wasn't safely ensconced downstairs watching the Oxford and Cambridge regatta, I would have dug out Meridian and watched that. Oddly enough, I don't have TBFTGOG on tape anywhere, or I might have watched that too. It's my favourite Stargate episode of all time.

Ah... I can still type "TBFTGOG" without looking at the keyboard. Can still type "There but for the grace of God" too. That's one thing Stargate does very well - episode titles. Some of them are poetry, some are references to Shakespeare, some are references to mythology, others have a continuing theme, some are just pretty. And one of them is very, very funny. There would be two, only "Teal'c interrupted" was renamed as "48 hours." Good episode, just that name...
Although, that episode is fucking fabulous. The moment with the exploded DHD - "Well, it never did that in any of the simulations," - plus the first appearance of Lemon-Chicken-Guy, whom I adored. He was such a bitch.

In fact, it was a good show all the way through. Angst, more angst, funny bits, pretty!whumpable!Daniel, yet more angst (Need! Legacy!) and some of the most killingly well timed lines ever. "Woof" and "Bad day" and "Do your thing, glow me," come to mind. Come to think of it, I also loved The Fifth Race. I've seen it 39275945 times, but I still howl with laughter at the words, "There is nothing the cruvus with me!"
And it's followed by such a slashy few moments:
"You just said, there's nothing the cruvus with you."
"What? No, I didn't!"
"Yes, you did."
"No, I didn't!"
"Did."
"Didn't."
"Did."

Miaow. So many slashy moments. Like in Serpent's Lair, as well. And Need - miaow, again. I think it was geekgirlofdoom who posted a link to a screencap of the storeroom scene. I love it, but I don't dare watch the episode again because it scares me. I've seen it twice and been very very scared each time, even though the second time, I knew what was going to happen. There's a plot bunny - what if Daniel had killed Jack? It could've happened. Of course, it didn't, and gave rise to the most blatant slash ever, but it could have happened.

I'm not writing that. No, I'm not. Nonononono.

But if I did...

I'm not going to.

But if I did... it would be just a moment in time. A vignette.

But I won't do it.