FEEEEEELINGS NOTHING MORE THAN FEELINGS! WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, FEELINGS!
The assault was relentless, brutal, and inescapable. Too loud for the earplugs the Air Force had provided, it hummed in SG-1's bones. If all of them had been stone deaf, the onslaught would still have been devastating.
Colonel O'Neill was the first to fall. Ordinarily the man possessed a focus and a will to overcome that allowed him to remain standing in an almost superhuman way, but no one was surprised that he was unable to withstand this. Any discussion of feelings had always been the man's Achilles heel.
Daniel was not far behind. Although talking about the feelings of others was not a problem for the archaeologist, Sam had learned over the years that when it came to talking about his own, Daniel could be almost as locked-in as her commanding officer.
Teal'c was, as always, the final bulwark of resistance, but apparently the vibrations were affecting his symbiote in some way, and he was beginning to crumple into a ball in an attempt to shield his symbiote pouch.
Things were getting desperate. Time for a drastic move. Rising to a stand, but unable to suppress a grimace of distaste, Sam began to sing as loudly and proudly as she could;
IT"S A SMALL WORLD AAAAFTER AAAAAALL, IT'S A SMALL WORLD AAAAAAFTER AAAAAALLL, IT'S A SMALL WORLD AAAAAAAAAFTER AAAAAAAAALLL, IT'S A SMAAAALLLLL, SMAAAAALLL WORRRRRRRLD!!!
After a mere 5 verses, blessed silence decended. Shaken, pale, and still a bit wobbly on their feet, the men of SG-1 rose to a stand, and staggered over to the bodies of the unconscious Jaffa and began to secure them with several ties apiece. Although the Goa'uld had fled in his Alkesh at the first sound of Carter's song, the victory was otherwise total. SG-1 was now in possession of the technology to project their own music on the opposition.
"Carter," Jack breathed, his voice still a bit strained from the horrific attack, "You are sooo my hero! You kick major Goa'uld ass!"
Sam materially sped his recovery by gracing him with a supernova of a grin. Still, as she moved off to place ties around the wrists and ankles of yet another fallen Jaffa, she worried a bit. Sam hated doing those things she didn't excel at, and she was well aware that her gifts did not lie in the arts. Had the Jaffa been felled by the song, she wondered, or by the singing?
Baaaad earworms! Eeeeevil ones! Sam's earworm was assigned to my little sister to play in a first grade and then the next year in a second grade play. She played it ennnnndlessly on a recorder, rather badly, very mournfully (she would have called it "with deep feeling", I'm sure!) and - *gasp!* - without tonguing to separate the notes and make the transitions clean for two years straight. The song is as effective on me as it is on all those enemy Jaffa.
Yeah, Nine Inch Nails or a Handel Oratorio sound about right.
After my parents died, I told my then-husband that, since he and my stepson (then 12) had never been to Disneyland, we would take a road trip down to California, go to Sequoia National Forest, and visit Disneyland.
I had been there twice with my birth family and liked it (partly because it is NOT Disney World). I had gone on the Small World ride when I was too young to know any better, and found it boring but not nauseating, being too young to appreciate its true horrors. JP, my now-ex, mentioned the ride as one of the Iconic Things, and I told him that he must at all costs avoid it, because it would make him either suicidal or homicidal, or both.
We were there on a very hot August day, and at one point the stepson had a meltdown, and I took him off to the nice deep shade of a stage show. My now-ex took himself off to some dizzy-making ride that I wasn't interested in. After the show (which was delightful), it took a strangely long time for JP to meet us at the agreed rendezvous.
It turned out he'd finished his ride, didn't think the show would be over for a while (he claimed, anyway), so . . . he had gone on the Small World ride.
I looked at him with no real sympathy. "I warned you not to."
"Yeah, you did."
"And it was as bad as I said."
He made a face and said, "Partway through, I started thinking, 'If I drink some of the water we're floating on, will it make me sick enough that they'll let me out of here?'"
I've never been to either Magic Kingdom. We took the kids to Sea World in San Antonio once, but the highlight of that for me was the fact that whe just happened to be staying in San Antonio during Fiesta, so we had a wonderful time checking out the Riverwalk during a particularly festive season. It was a bit of the Southwest that my kids would never have gotten to see otherwise.
I lived from the middle of my fourth grade year until the summer after my sophomore year at Bryn Mawr two blocks away from Playland (and amusement park with a skating rink where Dorothy Hammill learned and trained, and where the Rangers have their practice ice). Those pictures of RDA practicing with the Rangers were taken there. I kinda got amusement parks/theme parks out of my system early. Kid's love 'em though.
Other than the three trips to Disneyland (once at 12, once when I was in grad school, once when I took JP and the stepson), I think I've had exactly two visits to smaller amusement parks in my entire life.
Disneyland with my brith family was . . . okay, but very subdued. Kind of like going on holiday with a pack of Vulcans. Disneyland with my own family, as it was then -- one young-for-his-age child, one terminally immature technically-adult male -- was actually a wonderful thing. I had a fantastic time. The marriage itself was a disaster, much of that trip was a mess, but that day was great and I still cherish it.
I'll send you the parody by PM -- not because it's naughty, but because it's not nice to spread extra earworms.
As to the children, I guess I'm reminded of the guy who played the nebbishy Steve on Blues Clues, who after he left the show got a guest shot on Law & Order. He got a ton of angry mail decrying his morality. Didn't he know that he would be warping his pre-school audience's little minds? His reaction? "Gee, who knew that my Blues Clues fans would be up at 10:00 at night, much less watching Law & Order!"
Something I've only seen done properly in real life once. I ran into my ex-stepmother at a library book sale when Eldest Daughter was about 14 months old. I gave the ex-stepmom (someone who was mean to my little 5 year old brother when no one was looking, but who didn't dare try it on 12 year old me, because I would not have stood for it, and I would have told) a big smile and said hello, and introduced myself and my daughter (she hadn't seen me since I was 12, and I was then 28). She gave me the cut direct.
Huh.
I did a double-eyebrow raise (because I've never learned to do just one) and then got the giggles. It was just such a waste of her energy to try to be mean to me like that. I kind of enjoyed it, having read enough cheap literature where such behavior is a staple, and never previously having seen it actually "in the wild". It was my Jonas Quinn moment. First time for a cut direct!
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Singing in the daaarknessss
All it takes is one voice . . .
[/obscure Manilow hits . . .]
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(but this is still very funny, especially the mouseover text, LOL).
Melissa M.
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(Also, see Thothmes' commentfic!)
SG-1's Siren Song
The assault was relentless, brutal, and inescapable. Too loud for the earplugs the Air Force had provided, it hummed in SG-1's bones. If all of them had been stone deaf, the onslaught would still have been devastating.
Colonel O'Neill was the first to fall. Ordinarily the man possessed a focus and a will to overcome that allowed him to remain standing in an almost superhuman way, but no one was surprised that he was unable to withstand this. Any discussion of feelings had always been the man's Achilles heel.
Daniel was not far behind. Although talking about the feelings of others was not a problem for the archaeologist, Sam had learned over the years that when it came to talking about his own, Daniel could be almost as locked-in as her commanding officer.
Teal'c was, as always, the final bulwark of resistance, but apparently the vibrations were affecting his symbiote in some way, and he was beginning to crumple into a ball in an attempt to shield his symbiote pouch.
Things were getting desperate. Time for a drastic move. Rising to a stand, but unable to suppress a grimace of distaste, Sam began to sing as loudly and proudly as she could;
IT"S A SMALL WORLD AAAAFTER AAAAAALL,
IT'S A SMALL WORLD AAAAAAFTER AAAAAALLL,
IT'S A SMALL WORLD AAAAAAAAAFTER AAAAAAAAALLL,
IT'S A SMAAAALLLLL, SMAAAAALLL WORRRRRRRLD!!!
After a mere 5 verses, blessed silence decended. Shaken, pale, and still a bit wobbly on their feet, the men of SG-1 rose to a stand, and staggered over to the bodies of the unconscious Jaffa and began to secure them with several ties apiece. Although the Goa'uld had fled in his Alkesh at the first sound of Carter's song, the victory was otherwise total. SG-1 was now in possession of the technology to project their own music on the opposition.
"Carter," Jack breathed, his voice still a bit strained from the horrific attack, "You are sooo my hero! You kick major Goa'uld ass!"
Sam materially sped his recovery by gracing him with a supernova of a grin. Still, as she moved off to place ties around the wrists and ankles of yet another fallen Jaffa, she worried a bit. Sam hated doing those things she didn't excel at, and she was well aware that her gifts did not lie in the arts. Had the Jaffa been felled by the song, she wondered, or by the singing?
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(I'm playing Nine Inch Nails to counteract the earworms, though.)
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Yeah, Nine Inch Nails or a Handel Oratorio sound about right.
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After my parents died, I told my then-husband that, since he and my stepson (then 12) had never been to Disneyland, we would take a road trip down to California, go to Sequoia National Forest, and visit Disneyland.
I had been there twice with my birth family and liked it (partly because it is NOT Disney World). I had gone on the Small World ride when I was too young to know any better, and found it boring but not nauseating, being too young to appreciate its true horrors. JP, my now-ex, mentioned the ride as one of the Iconic Things, and I told him that he must at all costs avoid it, because it would make him either suicidal or homicidal, or both.
We were there on a very hot August day, and at one point the stepson had a meltdown, and I took him off to the nice deep shade of a stage show. My now-ex took himself off to some dizzy-making ride that I wasn't interested in. After the show (which was delightful), it took a strangely long time for JP to meet us at the agreed rendezvous.
It turned out he'd finished his ride, didn't think the show would be over for a while (he claimed, anyway), so . . . he had gone on the Small World ride.
I looked at him with no real sympathy. "I warned you not to."
"Yeah, you did."
"And it was as bad as I said."
He made a face and said, "Partway through, I started thinking, 'If I drink some of the water we're floating on, will it make me sick enough that they'll let me out of here?'"
*wanders off remembering the Truly Wicked Parody*
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I lived from the middle of my fourth grade year until the summer after my sophomore year at Bryn Mawr two blocks away from Playland (and amusement park with a skating rink where Dorothy Hammill learned and trained, and where the Rangers have their practice ice). Those pictures of RDA practicing with the Rangers were taken there. I kinda got amusement parks/theme parks out of my system early. Kid's love 'em though.
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Disneyland with my brith family was . . . okay, but very subdued. Kind of like going on holiday with a pack of Vulcans. Disneyland with my own family, as it was then -- one young-for-his-age child, one terminally immature technically-adult male -- was actually a wonderful thing. I had a fantastic time. The marriage itself was a disaster, much of that trip was a mess, but that day was great and I still cherish it.
I'll send you the parody by PM -- not because it's naughty, but because it's not nice to spread extra earworms.
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Ummmm... I should add... please?
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http://sg1genrecs.dreamwidth.org/79210.html
THINK OF THE CHILDREN
PROTECT THEIR EARS
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As to the children, I guess I'm reminded of the guy who played the nebbishy Steve on Blues Clues, who after he left the show got a guest shot on Law & Order. He got a ton of angry mail decrying his morality. Didn't he know that he would be warping his pre-school audience's little minds? His reaction? "Gee, who knew that my Blues Clues fans would be up at 10:00 at night, much less watching Law & Order!"
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Edited for [insufficient] punctuation.
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Huh.
I did a double-eyebrow raise (because I've never learned to do just one) and then got the giggles. It was just such a waste of her energy to try to be mean to me like that. I kind of enjoyed it, having read enough cheap literature where such behavior is a staple, and never previously having seen it actually "in the wild". It was my Jonas Quinn moment. First time for a cut direct!
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troll.
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Re: SG-1's Siren Song
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Huh. I always thought that the internets were silicon. Maybe they're Goa'uld-technology internets?
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music and passion were always the fashion....
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