Plz to send email of Easter Groundhog, so we can get into some of that flower and mead action? We only have the bunny here, and although he brings little gifties and candy, as a diabetic, I'm always looking for alternatives to the Big Giant Candy Glut! I'd be willing to leave out watercress as a bit of quid pro quo. My mom's groundhog was nuts about watercress...
Disposal wasn't an issue in Maine. I would drag our tree to the woods and let it die a truly natural death. Here, the dump takes all sorts of things all year, so it's not an issue, either, but they really want you to do it in January. Fascists. ;)
In Seattle, the preferred method of disposal was recycling -- the city would chip the trees and use them for mulch, which was cool, but the program only ran for a short time, in early January.
Carter puts up new blinky lights all year round. Not much point trying to take them down. Maybe you could make them all flash on and off at the same time?
Jack rounded the corner into Carter's lab. No matter how fascinating she found her latest data, she was going to be bitterly disappointed if she learned that she had missed the sight of Teal'c wolfing down a Jaffa sized portion (or five airman sized portions, it was all in how you looked at it!) with a fake fur and stretch velour Santa hat perched on his head. Perched was the right word too. Teal'c was a big guy, with a very big head, and apparently one size-fits-all at the mall was never one-size-fits Jaffa. It was a sight not to be missed.
As he rounded the doorway, Carter held up a hand to forstall him. She was bent intently over her laptop.
"Almost there, sir!" she said.
In a few quick clacks of the keys, and a few clicks of the mouse she looked up. This had given Jack a chance to notice the positively hundred headed hydra of blue wire branching off from a central hub, connecting the laptop to all of Carter's blinky light machines.
The blinky light machines always made Jack feel dumb. Each and every one of those lights, he was sure, meant something significant, and as far as he was concerned, it would have been a great deal clearer if they actually had been in Greek. He was sure that Carter knew what each and every one of them meant.
"There!" she said, and with a final click of the mouse, sent commands winging out over the blue hydra. The lights all stopped their random cacophony, and began to blink in unison.
Wait! Wasn't that...
"Carter, is it supposed to do that?" he said.
"Yes sir!" came the happy reply. The last time he'd seen her look that proud of herself, she'd just blown up a sun. Jack found this a bit worrisome.
"Is it safe?" he asked.
"Do you know Morse code, sir?" she replied.
"I have a passing acquaintance," he said dryly, and waited for the pattern to repeat, then began spelling it out. "M-E-R-R-Y C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S A-N-D H-A-P-P-Y N-E-W Y-E-A-R" he said.
She grinned happily at him again, looking for all the world like she was beaming in pride at his accomplishment.
"It's cheese steak day in the commissary today. Can't miss that!" he offered "And Teal'c has a new hat."
He wouldn't spoil the surprise.
"Not too fond of the commissary cheese steak, sir, but I wouldn't want to miss a new hat."
"No, Carter, you definitely wouldn't."
She walked to the door, turning off the overhead lighting, and he followed her, stepping beyond her into the corridor to allow her to close the door.
They both looked back at the dark room with its pulsing lights for a moment.
"You're such a geek, Carter!" he said, his fond, proud smile taking all the sting out of the accusation.
"Always have been, sir!" was her cheerful rejoinder. She pulled the door closed.
In the darkened room the banks of machines repeated their message of holiday cheer again and again, over and over.
Brilliant! It's such a treat to find these treasures from time to time. You LOLMac'ers are quite a creative bunch. Can't get enough of it. So please continue!
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[looks hopeful]
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on the other hand . . .
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But we still have our tree up. I'm arguing that it should take up until twelfth night... ;)
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It's very hard to dispose of a tree in early February, unless you have a fireplace. *pout*
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Disposal wasn't an issue in Maine. I would drag our tree to the woods and let it die a truly natural death. Here, the dump takes all sorts of things all year, so it's not an issue, either, but they really want you to do it in January. Fascists. ;)
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Oh, and mine is still up. ;)
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Then again, Carter's got a lot of blinky lights...
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Jack rounded the corner into Carter's lab. No matter how fascinating she found her latest data, she was going to be bitterly disappointed if she learned that she had missed the sight of Teal'c wolfing down a Jaffa sized portion (or five airman sized portions, it was all in how you looked at it!) with a fake fur and stretch velour Santa hat perched on his head. Perched was the right word too. Teal'c was a big guy, with a very big head, and apparently one size-fits-all at the mall was never one-size-fits Jaffa. It was a sight not to be missed.
As he rounded the doorway, Carter held up a hand to forstall him. She was bent intently over her laptop.
"Almost there, sir!" she said.
In a few quick clacks of the keys, and a few clicks of the mouse she looked up. This had given Jack a chance to notice the positively hundred headed hydra of blue wire branching off from a central hub, connecting the laptop to all of Carter's blinky light machines.
The blinky light machines always made Jack feel dumb. Each and every one of those lights, he was sure, meant something significant, and as far as he was concerned, it would have been a great deal clearer if they actually had been in Greek. He was sure that Carter knew what each and every one of them meant.
"There!" she said, and with a final click of the mouse, sent commands winging out over the blue hydra. The lights all stopped their random cacophony, and began to blink in unison.
Wait! Wasn't that...
"Carter, is it supposed to do that?" he said.
"Yes sir!" came the happy reply. The last time he'd seen her look that proud of herself, she'd just blown up a sun. Jack found this a bit worrisome.
"Is it safe?" he asked.
"Do you know Morse code, sir?" she replied.
"I have a passing acquaintance," he said dryly, and waited for the pattern to repeat, then began spelling it out. "M-E-R-R-Y C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S A-N-D H-A-P-P-Y N-E-W Y-E-A-R" he said.
She grinned happily at him again, looking for all the world like she was beaming in pride at his accomplishment.
"It's cheese steak day in the commissary today. Can't miss that!" he offered "And Teal'c has a new hat."
He wouldn't spoil the surprise.
"Not too fond of the commissary cheese steak, sir, but I wouldn't want to miss a new hat."
"No, Carter, you definitely wouldn't."
She walked to the door, turning off the overhead lighting, and he followed her, stepping beyond her into the corridor to allow her to close the door.
They both looked back at the dark room with its pulsing lights for a moment.
"You're such a geek, Carter!" he said, his fond, proud smile taking all the sting out of the accusation.
"Always have been, sir!" was her cheerful rejoinder. She pulled the door closed.
In the darkened room the banks of machines repeated their message of holiday cheer again and again, over and over.
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Edited for typos
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You LOLMac'ers are quite a creative bunch.
Can't get enough of it. So please continue!
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I assume you've seen Airplane 2, of course . . .