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eruthrosWhat I should have done today: reading.
What I did do today: watched Doctor Who. Shared vids. Ate out-of-season strawberries. And, with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
graycastle, developed a plot for an imaginary, never-to-be-written 400k story that would totally explain John Sheppard and also? Would give him two sisters ten years younger than he is, and a dad who's an itinerant tuba player in San Francisco, and a rent-controlled apartment in the Castro, and gay next-door neighbors named George and Davinia. Who John was always baking cookies with and things, and then he'd stayed up late to give them to his dad, but his dad didn't get home until four am, because: itinerant tuba player. And he would do his sister's hair in pigtails, and walk them to school, and tie his youngest sister's punky brewster shoes, and he totally didn't have friends his own age: just the leopard-print wearing Davinia next door, and his little sisters. And Davinia would come over and spike his hair up for him and be like a mom, and he called her Aunt Davinia, and now he's totally blind to Teh Gay unless it's Teh Totally Obvious Gay Wearing Leopard Print and Assless Chaps. ALSO, it was set in the mid 80s, AND fit all of the great fannish cliches in one story: we did time-travel! we did Rodney-as-John's teacher! we did John-thinks-Rodney's-stalking-him! we did narrow escapes! we did Ronon-in-the-leather-goods store! we considered amnesia!
Then, just as a coup de grace, we decided that Rodney's parents were both THERAPISTS, and that this totally explains Rodney. And they fought all the time, because dad was a Lacanian, and mom was a Jungian goddess-worshipper, and Rodney's verbal diarrhea is because they would sit him down and ask him to explain his feelings for hours, and his only defense was to talk about petty stuff. And they'd argue about his piano lessons, and what they were supposed to accomplish for his personal growth, and Rodney was all "I just like piano, dad!" Also, this is probably funny to, like, three people in the whole wide world.
In any case: this means that I still have to do all my reading by four pm tomorrow. WHATever. Davinia and the itinerant tuba player are way more fun.
What I did do today: watched Doctor Who. Shared vids. Ate out-of-season strawberries. And, with
graycastle, developed a plot for an imaginary, never-to-be-written 400k story that would totally explain John Sheppard and also? Would give him two sisters ten years younger than he is, and a dad who's an itinerant tuba player in San Francisco, and a rent-controlled apartment in the Castro, and gay next-door neighbors named George and Davinia. Who John was always baking cookies with and things, and then he'd stayed up late to give them to his dad, but his dad didn't get home until four am, because: itinerant tuba player. And he would do his sister's hair in pigtails, and walk them to school, and tie his youngest sister's punky brewster shoes, and he totally didn't have friends his own age: just the leopard-print wearing Davinia next door, and his little sisters. And Davinia would come over and spike his hair up for him and be like a mom, and he called her Aunt Davinia, and now he's totally blind to Teh Gay unless it's Teh Totally Obvious Gay Wearing Leopard Print and Assless Chaps. ALSO, it was set in the mid 80s, AND fit all of the great fannish cliches in one story: we did time-travel! we did Rodney-as-John's teacher! we did John-thinks-Rodney's-stalking-him! we did narrow escapes! we did Ronon-in-the-leather-goods store! we considered amnesia! Then, just as a coup de grace, we decided that Rodney's parents were both THERAPISTS, and that this totally explains Rodney. And they fought all the time, because dad was a Lacanian, and mom was a Jungian goddess-worshipper, and Rodney's verbal diarrhea is because they would sit him down and ask him to explain his feelings for hours, and his only defense was to talk about petty stuff. And they'd argue about his piano lessons, and what they were supposed to accomplish for his personal growth, and Rodney was all "I just like piano, dad!" Also, this is probably funny to, like, three people in the whole wide world.
In any case: this means that I still have to do all my reading by four pm tomorrow. WHATever. Davinia and the itinerant tuba player are way more fun.
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:35 am (UTC)i think i just watched a comedy where one of the characters suffered the therapist parents...and it so would explain rodney (and his hatred of the soft sciences :)
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Date: 2007-04-09 03:12 am (UTC)Oh, my GOD. No, no, that's just-- *dies* That's hilarious!
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:50 pm (UTC)And Rodney sometimes (when he was feeling nice) threw himself into the line of fire to "protect" Jeannie, so he'd draw attention by asking stupid questions, or by suddenly and without warning describing his feelings, or worrying that he had cancer.
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Date: 2007-04-09 04:31 am (UTC)and oh man, I keep cracking up about Rodney's Lacanian dad. "Meredith, son, there comes a time in every young man's life...it's known as the moment when the Symbolic is introduced into the Real, forming the object petit a as an unattainable focus of desire. It's perfectly natural. Just let me know if you need condoms."
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Date: 2007-04-09 12:20 pm (UTC)Also, also, we should collaboratively write that story. It could be, like, one of those Rodney goes home again (and John goes along) stories. And Rodney's trying to get his parents to go to a restaurant (where they'll be moderately well-behaved) and then John sabotages his efforts by saying, hey, he likes home cooking.
And the REASON we should collaboratively write it is that you can write the hilarious Lacanian dad, and I can write the hilarious Jungian mom. Because that? That is the most hilarious birds-and-the-bees talk EVER. AND? His mom can give him the Jungian "second-puberty" talk. Where she's all "sweetheart, you're getting to be that age now, and you really should start focusing on the community now, going back to your music, giving something back -- you've done your individualistic military thing, and your dad and I have been very supportive of you through it, but you're getting too old for that, and persisting will just increase your neurosis. Just let me know if you need a dream journal."
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Date: 2007-04-09 12:36 pm (UTC)oh, poor Rodney! no wonder he's so bad at flirting! and everything else in his social life! that guy just never had a chance. and he's the oldest, so he's the one who really got experimented on - Jeannie managed to come under the radar more often.
I love those X-goes-home-again-Y-goes-along stories! I am weak for that trope. especially if it involves John-vs-Rodney's-shrink-parents, which you are right, would be hilarious beyond the telling of it.
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:40 pm (UTC)And, yes, this is totally Rodney's childhood: dream journals and condoms, the mirror stage and the ego as complex. And I think his parents gave him Special homework: his mom (dad) wanted him to do free-association drawing and doing "shadow-work," and his dad (mom) had him doing Lacanian algebra at the dinner table, all "yes, mom, barred other." He still knows the symbol for the phallus, and it's kind of embarrassing, because he's writing out these equations of electrical flux for some of the Ancient devices, and he nearly read out an equation to Zelenka once with "imaginary phallus" in it instead of "phi."
So they go home, and mom and dad are fussing over Rodney and asking him where he met John, and John thinks its all normal, and then -- wham! Out of left field.
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Date: 2007-04-10 02:59 am (UTC)OMG Lacanian algebra! I hadn't even considered that! Of course Rodney would mutter about how it simply ruined real algebra for him for years! Poor confused Rodney in grade six math class.
And yes, John would be completely ambushed. Rodney's dad would probably open a conversation with John by saying, "So, you're Rodney's projected animus!" and Rodney would be like, "We will leave right now, I swear to god."
(I think, though, that Rodney's parents are dead. Fanonish, but well supported. OH BUT! we could do, instead of one of those gay meet-the-parents fics, we could do one where John has to go into Rodney's mind for some reason [he needs to buy milk, it's on his way home, whatever, he goes into Rodney's mind] and then the story would be meta-liciously about John going into Rodney's mind and seeing all the defense mechanisms he built up in order to keep his parents from picking his brain. And all these dramatized scenes of Rodney getting horrifying birds/bees talks and making up shit to put in his dream journal.)
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Date: 2007-04-10 02:01 pm (UTC)And I don't like that canon. Because they can't pin John down and ask him about his life goals unless they're still alive.
OMG -- you know what? They totally filmed it! Every week, they'd do their little Sunday-night talking therapy and they'd do it on FILM. Everybody else has embarrassing baby pictures, but RODNEY has embarrassing tapes of his five-year-old self explaining the Real to mom, and of dad and Rodney at the table pouring over his dream journal and talking about the black snake he saw in a dream last night. And of his parents explaining sexuality to him.
Also, he was the only five-year old in his whole school who could spell phallus, and he thought it was a normal part of conversation, and then his kindergarten teacher took him to the principle and his mom had to come get him and explain that it was perfectly normal.
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Date: 2007-04-09 08:50 am (UTC)Re: missed u
Date: 2007-04-09 03:10 pm (UTC)