Little Rabbit Foo-Foo was already an old chestnut in daycamp circles when I learned it as a conselor in the summer of 1974. So I guess that depends on how old you are...
1) I was a YMCA daycamp counselor for seven summers. I mostly did the 6 & 7 year old group. We sang a lot of "Little Rabbit Foo-Foo". The image of the rest of the gang around the conference room table (including Hammond) joining in was irresistable.
2) I too labelled this moment (see icon). The only problem is that after I made the thing - and I do like it, so I do want to use it from time to time - I got this feeling of (as Jack would put it) "deja view", like maybe I'd seen it elsewhere and reproduced it without realizing it, resulting in a little unintentional plagiarism. *sigh* So I do use it, but only rarely, and being from a family of scholars, I always have to explain that it may not be entirely original...
LOL on the other caps. I'm hoping to explore more of your work when I am down in the land of fast internetz next week visiting my mom. We have slow dial-up.
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Daniel swore that the drink they were serving on -8573 was not alcoholic and it wasn't. It was pleasant, and fruity, and the natives were pleasant and friendly, and it all seemed like a good thing until the briefing afterwards.
If Daniel was a little more voluble and enthusiastic about the scholarly opportunities that a Polynesian/South Asian/Buddist fusion presented, and the possibility that the natives' language had fused to form a new and unique language family, no one really thought it strange. As Jack put it later, "Daniel's always going on about these things. He just seemed extra-Daniel-y."
It did strike everyone as a little odd that Teal'c seemed so moved by the presentation, however. Still, Teal'c being somewhat of a cypher was nothing new and they moved on.
When Captain Carter found the mathematics involved in calculating the lunar orbits of the planet's two satellites inexplicably humorous, and could not control her giggles, General Hammond began to become somewhat alarmed.
He exchanged a glance with his Second-in-Command, hoping for an explanation or shared concern, but no help was to be had there. Jack seemed to be muttering things to himself, and waving his hands about.
"Jack? Care to share?"
The Colonel's face broke out into a broad grin, the kind that Hammond, or anyone else on the base, had vary rarely seen. It was breathtaking, and a little heart-breaking in its rarity.
Then he broke out into song.
"Little Bunny Foo-Foo hoppin' through the forest, scoopin' up the field mice, and boppin' 'em on the head!" sang the Colonel, his voice rough, but more-or-less on key, hands miming along with the song.
Hammond stared in alarmed fascination, as Jack moved on to a spoken falsetto chorus about a fairy godmother, and Dr. Jackson and Captain Carter joined in. By the next round Teal'c, never a slow learner, was booming along with the rest, and so was the Lieutenant seated at the small desk by the stairway. The General had always known that where Colonel O'Neill led, others followed, but seldom had he seen such a clear and concrete demonstration of the phenomenon.
Intuiting that nothing more could be done, nor could order and discipline be restored until the song came to its natural conclusion, the General, who had learned a variant with Little Rabbit Foo-Foo from Kayla when she was in daycamp the previous summer, shrugged his shoulders, and decided to join them until the opportunity to beat them arose. He added his baritone to the group.
When Janet Fraiser barrelled into the room, saying without preamble, "General, I've noticed some abnormalities in SG-1's bloodwork and-", she soon trailed off into open-mouthed and gawking silence, as everyone else in the room thundered in unison, "HARE TODAY, GOON TOMORROW!!!", with apparent glee.
The drink had not been alcoholic, but it was mildly hallucinogenic, and don't you believe that Jack ever let Daniel forget it.
They're real, and *hopefully* a pair will be auctioned in September for a charity fundraiser that Shanks' web ladies are having. I'm working on a back-up set in case something happens in transit from Vancouver, where they were being signed.
Given that I sew, but only while surrounded by a fog of my own cursing, and only for those I really, really love, I am in awe. They deserve to go for a really nice high bid!
And have a great time wandering the archives! There's a link at the top of the anchor post that will jump you back to the first image in the gallery. Or you can just wander around.
Feel free to comment on old stuff, too; there's no statues argh statute of limitations.
Thank you. Like most comment fic where the idea simply arrives, and the writing just follows the idea, it was fun to write too!
If you think Little Rabbit Foo-Foo is entertaining, you should watch a group of 35 or so 6 and 7 year olds when you get up and begin to sing (complete with gestures):
Chickens, chickens, in my hair! I've got chickens, in my hair! Some are here, and some are there, Chickens in my hair!
Oh, bay-beh -
[repeat]
If you approach it with enthusiasm and showmanship, they will show a wonderful transition from "OMG, the counselor has lost it!" to "This is odd, but entertaining!" to "Looks like fun, let's join in!"
Always good for a laugh, especially when followed by "Grey squirrel, grey squirrel, shake your bushy tale!" 35 or so waggling tushies attached to grinning faces with missing-tooth gaps and oversized incisors is pretty adorable.
And you thought camp counselors where there to entertain you!
Groaan . . . it took me a bit to make out the caption on your icon, but I love it. Would you be terribly distressed if I used that idea for a LOLMac, giving you full credit, of course? *bats eyes beseechingly*
I would not mind at all. I'd be flattered, because I know what imitation is, having had to explain this to all three of my elder (of four) kids at some point!
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1) I was a YMCA daycamp counselor for seven summers. I mostly did the 6 & 7 year old group. We sang a lot of "Little Rabbit Foo-Foo". The image of the rest of the gang around the conference room table (including Hammond) joining in was irresistable.
2) I too labelled this moment (see icon). The only problem is that after I made the thing - and I do like it, so I do want to use it from time to time - I got this feeling of (as Jack would put it) "deja view", like maybe I'd seen it elsewhere and reproduced it without realizing it, resulting in a little unintentional plagiarism. *sigh* So I do use it, but only rarely, and being from a family of scholars, I always have to explain that it may not be entirely original...
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I've used other caps from this scene before:
http://lolmac.livejournal.com/66838.html
as well as this one:
http://lolmac.livejournal.com/43276.html
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Daniel swore that the drink they were serving on -8573 was not alcoholic and it wasn't. It was pleasant, and fruity, and the natives were pleasant and friendly, and it all seemed like a good thing until the briefing afterwards.
If Daniel was a little more voluble and enthusiastic about the scholarly opportunities that a Polynesian/South Asian/Buddist fusion presented, and the possibility that the natives' language had fused to form a new and unique language family, no one really thought it strange. As Jack put it later, "Daniel's always going on about these things. He just seemed extra-Daniel-y."
It did strike everyone as a little odd that Teal'c seemed so moved by the presentation, however. Still, Teal'c being somewhat of a cypher was nothing new and they moved on.
When Captain Carter found the mathematics involved in calculating the lunar orbits of the planet's two satellites inexplicably humorous, and could not control her giggles, General Hammond began to become somewhat alarmed.
He exchanged a glance with his Second-in-Command, hoping for an explanation or shared concern, but no help was to be had there. Jack seemed to be muttering things to himself, and waving his hands about.
"Jack? Care to share?"
The Colonel's face broke out into a broad grin, the kind that Hammond, or anyone else on the base, had vary rarely seen. It was breathtaking, and a little heart-breaking in its rarity.
Then he broke out into song.
"Little Bunny Foo-Foo hoppin' through the forest, scoopin' up the field mice, and boppin' 'em on the head!" sang the Colonel, his voice rough, but more-or-less on key, hands miming along with the song.
Hammond stared in alarmed fascination, as Jack moved on to a spoken falsetto chorus about a fairy godmother, and Dr. Jackson and Captain Carter joined in. By the next round Teal'c, never a slow learner, was booming along with the rest, and so was the Lieutenant seated at the small desk by the stairway. The General had always known that where Colonel O'Neill led, others followed, but seldom had he seen such a clear and concrete demonstration of the phenomenon.
Intuiting that nothing more could be done, nor could order and discipline be restored until the song came to its natural conclusion, the General, who had learned a variant with Little Rabbit Foo-Foo from Kayla when she was in daycamp the previous summer, shrugged his shoulders, and decided to join them until the opportunity to beat them arose. He added his baritone to the group.
When Janet Fraiser barrelled into the room, saying without preamble, "General, I've noticed some abnormalities in SG-1's bloodwork and-", she soon trailed off into open-mouthed and gawking silence, as everyone else in the room thundered in unison, "HARE TODAY, GOON TOMORROW!!!", with apparent glee.
The drink had not been alcoholic, but it was mildly hallucinogenic, and don't you believe that Jack ever let Daniel forget it.
Plot bunny!!! There you are!
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I particularly appreciate Sam finding the orbital calculations funny.
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Now I *sigh* gotta go making the natives some dinner before they get too restless.
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That was just so much fun! :-) I do love that song, too, and still sing it occasionally :-)
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If you think Little Rabbit Foo-Foo is entertaining, you should watch a group of 35 or so 6 and 7 year olds when you get up and begin to sing (complete with gestures):
Chickens, chickens, in my hair!
I've got chickens, in my hair!
Some are here, and some are there,
Chickens in my hair!
Oh, bay-beh -
[repeat]
If you approach it with enthusiasm and showmanship, they will show a wonderful transition from "OMG, the counselor has lost it!" to "This is odd, but entertaining!" to "Looks like fun, let's join in!"
Always good for a laugh, especially when followed by "Grey squirrel, grey squirrel, shake your bushy tale!" 35 or so waggling tushies attached to grinning faces with missing-tooth gaps and oversized incisors is pretty adorable.
And you thought camp counselors where there to entertain you!
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One of the Colonels is invisible and wandering around is an interesting day.
The replicators invade (again) is an exciting day.
Some workplaces are just more fun than the rest!
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The icon is appropriate.
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Little Plotty Fu-fu
Hoppin' through the hindbrain
Pickin' up the zeitgeist
And stuffin' it in your head . . .
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Aye, Sir!