not impossible

As entertaining as the results of trying to google this have been so far, they have not turned up the story I was looking for, so: What's the story where John and Rodney accidentally get into a BDSM relationship?

(ETA: Thanks to alert reader aris_tgd, we find that the story is Too Good, by crysothemis.)

The reason I'm asking is that in the latest Dear Sugar column we learn that THIS CAN REALLY HAPPEN.

Is this or is this not the best thing you've heard all day?

Don't tell me I was the only one thinking this while watching "McKay and Mrs. Miller".

The Pegasus Tinies is basically the awesomest thing. Rodney is my favorite.

Also: Misgivings Rise Along With Antarctican Tourism. 1) There's tourism in Antarctica? 2) Okay, who wants to write that fic?

Oh, crap. Is this why I got so interested in Reservoir Dogs when I saw it again?

And then Quentin Tarantino talks about how he wanted a female editor on his first movie, Reservoir Dogs, because he thought she'd be more nurturing and less aggressive, and -

Okay. First, Best Beloved says, "Mommy issues! Quentin, your mommy issues are showing."

And then I say, "Is it just me, or does he talk exactly like Rodney McKay?"

It's so true, dude. Although I can't really imagine Rodney McKay explaining how "Like A Virgin" is all about dick.

Dear fandom:

ZPM is spelled ZPM, no matter who's saying it, unless you need to make a special point of its pronunciation. Americans pronounce the letter "zee," and Canadians pronounce it "zed." We know this already, and if we didn't know it before we started watching the show, we know it now, because we watch the show.

If Rodney were saying "about," you wouldn't spell it "aboot." When Rodney discusses a ZPM, he is not saying "Zed PM," he is saying "ZPM." He would be very annoyed at your treating his accent as if he were not pronouncing things the way they are spelled.

Thank you.

Hey, doorrepairgirl!

Apparently I really ought to finish that ridiculous little fic where Rodney et al are sitting around making snide comments while watching ST:TNG and bothering Shep who's kind of trying to watch it, because I am Teh Psychic.

Also, sorry about hanging up on you the other night; it was the beginning of the ongoing miserable failure of the hotel's internet connection, and I am now updating from the Starbucks down the road.