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auntiemeeshI wanted to burn some lullaby cds for work - the ones we have are getting old and starting to skip. So I gathered them all together and brought them home with me yesterday. Put the first one in the cd drive. There was a bit of a whirring noise and then a whole lotta nothing. Tried to open the cd from the control center. It told me to put a cd in the drive, and popped the door open. I tried several times, with several different cds, but got no better results. Well, considering I had to replace the cd drive within a month or two after getting this laptop, this one has lasted more than a year, so that's not too bad, I figured. Still, not happy that I'd probably have to get a new one again.
Today I come home from work and decide, what the heck, give it one more try. Pop the cd in, it whirs, iTunes immediately recognizes it and starts importing. I have to admit, I do not understand the whimsies and moods of my little Puddlejumper, but hey, as long as it wants to work today, I'm not going to complain. Especially when I get to listen to the wonderfully beautiful and soothing music of Putumayo's Celtic Dreamland cd.
It has, honestly, been a kind of crappy week at work. I seem to be stepping wrong with everyone, despite my best efforts. In an effort to console myself, I started an SGA Robin Hood AU.
So here they were, stuck in Sherwood Forest, hiding from the Sheriff of Nottingham. And okay, maybe the forest wasn’t technically called Sherwood. The locals had called it Fros ni’Yelk (which seemed to translate roughly as Trees of Doom as far as Rodney could tell) spitting and making warding signs as they spoke. And the town (made up of wattle and daub huts interspersed throughout the stone ruins of a much older civilization) was nothing like Nottingham, which Rodney had vague memories of visiting on a childhood trip to England. Not that the Nottingham Rodney had visited would have been anything like the Nottingham of the twelth century, or whenever you chose to believe Robin Hood had existed, if you chose to believe in such ridiculous things. But anyway, he was getting off track. Here they were, stuck in Fros ni’Yelk, hiding from the Prime Vicar (they took their religion seriously, here) of Greater Yakguts. (Yalcuerts, Teyla reminded him again, patience wearing thin if the strained restraint in her voice was any clue).
“Oh, fine!” Rodney threw his hands up in the air. “Greater Yalcuerts.” His lips twisted scornfully around the name. “Like that’s any better. The point is, we’re stuck here until the Daedalus gets around to coming to look for us, which should be in, oh, six to eight weeks, if we’re lucky.”
They were all still a little shaken by the Jumper crash. One minute they’d been in a high atmosphere orbit, doing a few preliminary scans of the planet before deciding where to set down. Rodney had seen something alarming in the solar scans but before he could even get a closer look, everything had gone haywire, all the Jumper systems had started fritzing out, one after another. It had been all Sheppard could do to land them without crashing and killing them all. Rodney spent the rest of the day examining the jumper, but it was pretty well fried. There wasn’t much he could do to fix it, certainly not enough to get it off the ground again. It was only after going over the data he’d gleaned on his laptop that he realized whatever happened must have been caused by unusual solar activity reacting with odd particles in the thermosphere (probably what had brought the Ancients here to observe, he felt compelled to add, although if they had only mentioned that little tidbit in the database, then he, here and now, would not be forced to spend the next two months of his life stuck on this godforsaken planet living the life of a forest outlaw). It was just a guess, mind, but a guess coming from the smartest man in two galaxies, so probably a pretty good one. And if that was the case, they were pretty well screwed. When they missed their check-in and Atlantis called them, Sheppard was forced to admit it was too dangerous to send another jumper until they could do a more extensive examination of the thermosphere. Which couldn’t happen until the Daedalus returned to the Pegasus galaxy. Which would be in another six to eight weeks.
So here they were. And this time, it so totally wasn’t his fault that they were in trouble.
Today I come home from work and decide, what the heck, give it one more try. Pop the cd in, it whirs, iTunes immediately recognizes it and starts importing. I have to admit, I do not understand the whimsies and moods of my little Puddlejumper, but hey, as long as it wants to work today, I'm not going to complain. Especially when I get to listen to the wonderfully beautiful and soothing music of Putumayo's Celtic Dreamland cd.
It has, honestly, been a kind of crappy week at work. I seem to be stepping wrong with everyone, despite my best efforts. In an effort to console myself, I started an SGA Robin Hood AU.
So here they were, stuck in Sherwood Forest, hiding from the Sheriff of Nottingham. And okay, maybe the forest wasn’t technically called Sherwood. The locals had called it Fros ni’Yelk (which seemed to translate roughly as Trees of Doom as far as Rodney could tell) spitting and making warding signs as they spoke. And the town (made up of wattle and daub huts interspersed throughout the stone ruins of a much older civilization) was nothing like Nottingham, which Rodney had vague memories of visiting on a childhood trip to England. Not that the Nottingham Rodney had visited would have been anything like the Nottingham of the twelth century, or whenever you chose to believe Robin Hood had existed, if you chose to believe in such ridiculous things. But anyway, he was getting off track. Here they were, stuck in Fros ni’Yelk, hiding from the Prime Vicar (they took their religion seriously, here) of Greater Yakguts. (Yalcuerts, Teyla reminded him again, patience wearing thin if the strained restraint in her voice was any clue).
“Oh, fine!” Rodney threw his hands up in the air. “Greater Yalcuerts.” His lips twisted scornfully around the name. “Like that’s any better. The point is, we’re stuck here until the Daedalus gets around to coming to look for us, which should be in, oh, six to eight weeks, if we’re lucky.”
They were all still a little shaken by the Jumper crash. One minute they’d been in a high atmosphere orbit, doing a few preliminary scans of the planet before deciding where to set down. Rodney had seen something alarming in the solar scans but before he could even get a closer look, everything had gone haywire, all the Jumper systems had started fritzing out, one after another. It had been all Sheppard could do to land them without crashing and killing them all. Rodney spent the rest of the day examining the jumper, but it was pretty well fried. There wasn’t much he could do to fix it, certainly not enough to get it off the ground again. It was only after going over the data he’d gleaned on his laptop that he realized whatever happened must have been caused by unusual solar activity reacting with odd particles in the thermosphere (probably what had brought the Ancients here to observe, he felt compelled to add, although if they had only mentioned that little tidbit in the database, then he, here and now, would not be forced to spend the next two months of his life stuck on this godforsaken planet living the life of a forest outlaw). It was just a guess, mind, but a guess coming from the smartest man in two galaxies, so probably a pretty good one. And if that was the case, they were pretty well screwed. When they missed their check-in and Atlantis called them, Sheppard was forced to admit it was too dangerous to send another jumper until they could do a more extensive examination of the thermosphere. Which couldn’t happen until the Daedalus returned to the Pegasus galaxy. Which would be in another six to eight weeks.
So here they were. And this time, it so totally wasn’t his fault that they were in trouble.
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Date: 2009-01-08 03:55 am (UTC)And look at you writing away! I do have an awful weakness for anything and everything Robin Hood so I might just have to keep reading this, minimal show knowledge or no. It's certainly a fun and intriguing beginning.
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Date: 2009-01-08 04:17 am (UTC)Yep, I'm a Robin Hood fangirl.
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Date: 2009-01-08 12:18 pm (UTC)Yay for awesome mashups!
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Date: 2009-01-10 06:18 pm (UTC)*hugs*