Summer reading, watching, and eating...

Reading: Finished Borders of Infinity. As is often the case with Bujold, the secondary characters shone. It's also a great character study of Miles, the protagonist. But on the whole the story felt a little forced. Not my favorite of the series. I think I skipped over Labyrinth so I need to catch that one next.

Watching: Binge watched four episodes of Pride and Prejudice (the 1995 miniseries) [personal profile] princessofgeeks  mentioned that she wanted to watch it and I remembered that I had it in my Amazon queue . I liked it although there were a couple of moments where I wasn't sure if I was watching a comedy or a drama, and it jolted me out of the story for a bit.  I don't remember the book giving me that feeling. On the whole, very well done.

I also watched "Torment of Tantulus" twice for [personal profile] jdjunkie 's Stargate extravaganza. Is it Friday yet?

Eating: I made pork chops with caramelized onions and apples. Very easy. Very tasty.

Summer reading, watching, and eating...

Reading: The Vor Game was excellent although there were a lot of "coincidences" in the story. Miles--just coincidentally--meets with Gregor, and--just as coincidentally--meets with the crazy General Metzov someplace in the middle of the galaxy. I did have slight eye-roll moment there. But writers have been using such coincidences forever so I guess it's okay.

This story is a little darker that the other two. I learned the most about Gregor. He's far from perfect and I like him for just that reason. I like Miles for the same reason.

I also think that Miles and Daniel Jackson are alike. (Why, yes, I have watched too much Stargate.)  They're both smart, they both defy authority when they need to, they're both principled, and they're both flawed. I like my heroes like that.

The story also contains a quote from one of my favorite Robert Frost poems "Death of the HIred Man." Cordelia (Miles' mother) sends this message: "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in." Lovely! I don't think I caught that the first time I read it.

Watching: Baseball--which is good. And Star Trek: Enterprise--which is not so good, but I will keep watching.

Eating: Homemade tiramisu is delicious and fairly easy. I will tweak the recipe a little the next time (it was a trifle too sweet), but I will definitely make it again.

Summer reading, watching, and eating...


I just read, or rather re-read, Louis McMaster Bujold's Warrior's Apprentice. I also re-read The Mountains of Mourning.  They were both wonderful. I love the world building that happens here although I think I should get a map or something because I get kind of lost in all the places.

Most of all I love the characters. All of them. I love the major characters and I love the minor characters. I love the good guys and the bad guys. I love that sometimes I'm not sure who the good guys and the bad guys are because sometimes life is like that.

The Mountains of Mourning
was especially good the second time through. It deals with some difficult issues and does it with empathy and grace.

Next book: The Vor Game.

WATCHING: I'm also looking forward to the new Poldark which is slated for the middle of June on PBS.

EATING: I'm going to try and make my own tiramisu. It's one of my favorite desserts.

Something... for Sid Jack/Daniel (G)

Title: Something

for [personal profile] sid whom I miss and the Thon. Thank you, [personal profile] jdjunkie for such a brilliant idea.

Pairing: Jack/Daniel

Rating: G

Summary: After the apocalypse, this is all that's left.

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and thought about going back to the cabin for his gloves. It wasn't that cold yet, but by sunset it could be nippy. He decided to tough it out. It wouldn't be that cold, and the cabin was half a mile away. He also didn't know where he'd left his gloves. He'd be fine.

“Cabin” was a generous word for the structure a half a mile away. It was a one-room log building with a fireplace at one end and a bed at the other. It had a small table, two small chairs, and a small window. It was... very small. Carter hadn't been very happy about his choice of location.

“It's too far away from the settlement, sir,” she'd told him.

“It's a mile away, Carter. I can be here in 15 minutes.”

She'd handed him one of the remaining radios. “Make it 10.”

He'd complained about the radio and finally relented just to shut her up.

Carter's new home was also their headquarters. She, as the recently elected mayor of their ragtag band, had a small room in the back of the Quonset that served as the base of operations for the whole community... such as it was. The second Quonset held a kitchen, complete with counters, storage space, and long tables. They had a little propane as well, but they were saving what was left for the coming winter. Winters on P49 986 weren't severe. It was warmer than Minnesota, but colder than Colorado. They did get snow and the occasional blizzard. So they were rationing the propane.

He remembered their first visit to P49 986. It had been Spring.

“Ah, trees,” he said, stepping through the Stargate.

“Did you expect anything else, O'Neill?” Teal'c asked.

“I didn't,” Jack said. “I was just noting.”

“As you do every single time we come to a planet with trees,” Daniel said.

“Except when there's sand,” Carter added. “And then he says, 'Ah, sand.'”

“This is quite true.” Teal'c made his way down the steps to join Carter who was already beside the DHD. “O'Neill's observational skills are always keen.”

“So, Jack, shall we explore the trees?” Daniel had his binoculars out, scanning the treeline to the east.

“If you insist, Daniel. Let's explore the trees.” Jack put on his sunglasses and made his way west, not waiting for the others, including a sputtering Daniel, to follow.

Jack smiled. He missed Daniel so much.

What a quiet, uneventful mission that had been. They'd done an eight mile hike through the trees, past a meadow, over a small hill to a meandering river. Then they'd followed the river for two miles and made camp for the night.

“There's nothing here,” Daniel said, a coffee cup in his hand.


“Trees,” Daniel finished. “Yes, Jack, we got that. But other than trees...”

“Nothing,” Sam said.

“It is, however, quite restful.” Teal'c stood looking at the sun dipping down into the river. The colors—red and orange and gold—shone on the water.

“So tomorrow we head home.” Jack turned over his mug and placed it on a log by the fire. “We'll set watch tonight, just in case, but I don't think we're going to be attacked by anything other than this planet's version of a raccoon... unless the trees start moving or something.”

They didn't have any problems. In the morning when Jack came out of his tent, Daniel and Carter—and possibly Teal'c...although it was always hard to tell with him--were conspiring by the fire.

“Whatcha doin', kids?”

“We're going to leave a cache here,” Daniel said. “Sam wants to leave the camp shovel, I'm going to leave a pencil and one of my journals, and Teal'c's going to leave a couple of energy bars.”

“And you're doing this, why?” Jack asked, thinking that maybe he wasn't awake enough for any of it to make sense.

Carter blushed. “Because it feels like we're the first people to set foot here, and we want to leave something of ourselves behind.”

“We're only ten miles from the 'gate, Carter. There could be whole civilizations we haven't met.”

“Yes, sir, that's true.” But it didn't stop her from giving Daniel the camp shovel and the coffee pot.

Jack thought it was a good thing they were going home because Daniel couldn't live without the coffee pot. He also thought it was a good thing that someone had poured him a cup first. “And how do we explain the loss of our gear?” he asked.

“We slid down a hill and they fell out of our packs,” Daniel said. He put some pencils in a plastic bag along side the spiral-bound notebook. Before he sealed it, he looked at Jack, an eyebrow raised.

“Fine,” Jack said. He took off his cap and handed it to Daniel, who smiled at him as he put it in the bag. Then walked over to a rock a few yards from the river. Using the shovel, he dug a small hole, tucked the bag into it, and filled it back in. He stuck the shovel in the lose dirt.

When they got back to the base, he and Hammond discussed a training facility on a planet with lots of trees.

Two missions later they were pinned down by Goa'uld.

“Fishing pole,” Daniel yelled as a staff blast whizzed past his head.

“What?” Jack yelled. He laid down cover fire for Daniel to dial home.

“When we go back to P49 986, we need to take a fishing pole.” Daniel hit the center button, and they ran through the wormhole, staff blasts impacting the gray walls.

They all rolled down the ramp, but other than a few cuts and bruises they were fine.

“We'll need bait,” Carter said as she dusted herself off.

“Bait, yeah. We'd better not forget bait,” Daniel agreed, out of breath.

“Mosquito repellent,” Teal'c added. “If we are returning, we should bring repellent.”

“I don't remember any bugs, do you?” Carter pulled a leaf out of Daniel's hair.

“Nope, no bugs that I felt.”

Jack looked at all of them. “Beer,” he said. “We'll need beer.”

P49 986 became their “bolt hole.” If a mission went sour, they added things to the list: books for Daniel, tools for Carter, candles for Teal'c, more beer for Jack.

Jack stopped to look at the trees. Teal'c. He'd never know what happened to Teal'c. He took comfort in the fact that Teal'c and Bra'tac were together. But he didn't know what had happened to Chulak or any other planet for that matter. The cold made his eyes water. That happened a lot.

The village was just ahead. He saw the fire in the town square, the space between a large canvas tent and the two Quonsets. Someone had pulled a couple of tables from the mess.

When he found Carter, she was giving directions: “Minimal staff this evening, Walter. I want everyone who can be here, here.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Walter—who'd been with Jack at the Alpha site when the attack came--scampered away to deal with personnel issues.

She saw him and smiled. “General. You're early.”

“It's Jack, remember?”

The smile faded and she stared at him down until he broke.

Samantha, my friend, you're supposed to call me Jack.”

The smile was back. “That wasn't so hard, was it, Jack?”

“No, Sam, it wasn't.” He cleared his throat. They'd been trying to establish a new order here, free of the trappings of the military, but it was hard. Except for a few scientists and support staff who'd made it through the 'gate, everyone was military. It was a hard habit to break—although the discipline had served them well. “So, what can I do to help?”

“Cam seems to think we need more of that poisonous stuff he calls gin. Do you think you could give him a hand?”

“On it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He waved and went to find Cameron Mitchell.

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Alphabet Soup: What Would Walter Do?

Alphabet Soup: W is for...

What Would Walter Do?

Gen and G (except for a couple of bad words)
Spoilers and a tag for 1969
A little humor, a little angst, about 1600 words

Thanks to Denny for the beta.


It was 0600 when Walter entered the 'gate room. Yeah, the old girl looked just like he'd left her. He took the stairs two at a time and entered the office. His in-box dribbled paperwork and the outbox didn't look much better. What was it with people? He'd only been gone a week. Couldn't this place survive without him for a week? An envelope on the edge of his desk slid gently to the floor. Obviously not. He shrugged off his jacket and got to work.

When Hammond arrived at 0700, Walter was hard at it. “Welcome back, Sergeant. How was your leave?”

Startled, Walter stood. “You're early, sir.”

“I'm doing the same thing you are, sergeant. I'm trying to get to the bottom of the paperwork.

“Yes, sir.”

“How was your leave?” he asked again.

“Good, sir. Thank you. But it's good to be back to work.”

“Glad to have you back, son.”

“Thank you.”

“I think we both need coffee before we do anything else, don't you?”

“I'm on it, sir.”

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October Road (Jack/Daniel--barely a PG)

For the 2014  [community profile] jd_ficathon 

Summary: In October Jack came to the cabin to forget.

Word count: about 9100
Rating: PG (not even that)
This story is not so much an AU as a reset. We're going to go back to the beginning.

Many thanks to [personal profile] ancientmuse   who first beta'd this, and to [personal profile] princessofgeeks  who pushed me to make this better. All remaining mistakes are due to my own stubbornness. Thanks especially to [personal profile] milanthruil  who has waited so long. I'm sorry for the wait, but this thing proved to be more complicated than I expected. I hope you enjoy it.

The best part of being done, by the way, is that now I get to go read all the rest of the stories! Yay!


In October Jack came to the cabin. He spent the month inside, ignoring the lake, the boat, and the leaves falling. He drank until oblivion took him and he couldn't drink anymore. In November he went back to Colorado to sign the divorce papers and then came back to the cabin. His whole life was gone, his wife, his son, and his home. He took his grandfather's gun out of the drawer in the bedside table and loaded it. Each click of a bullet in its chamber echoed in the small room. He turned the chamber, listening to the clicks for an hour. Then he unloaded the gun, put it in the drawer, put the ammo in a box on the closet shelf, and went to take a shower.

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Goodbye, Sid.

I'm missing  [ profile] sid . I didn't even know her. I didn't know where she lived or what she looked like. But she was a big part of my fandom life. I looked forward to her posts about the Indy 500--and I don't even like racing. I looked forward to her comments on things I'd written or things others had written. I really looked forward to her stories. I admired her humor, her insight, her talent.  As others have noted, she was a bright light in the fandom. I want her back.

out from hiding

Hi, all!

Real life has been a whirlwind lately, and I haven't had time to play on the Internets. But I'm still here. I'm going to try to get caught up. How is everybody?

Christmas in my part of the world was lovely but busy, and now I'm looking forward to a couple of days of relaxation. And then some writing? I would like it if there was writing.

*waving from the maelstrom's aftermath*
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