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Dec. 18th, 2005 01:46 pmAnd even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in:
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves...
I was reading Vanity Fair and they started off an article about classism with the lines from this poem by Bertolt Brecht and I said to myself, "Self, if we read SGA, we'd really really want to read a story about this. It's a good thing we are exercising restraint and don't have visions of Rodney in a toga, standing on some desk in a lab, water seeping in rapidly, and him screaming at the top of his lungs for John to come and save him. Huh. Yeah, despite whatever cackling you're hearing from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialkarma over a show I don't watch, I now have visions of John in a canoe sailing through the halls of Atlantis to come and save his master, because you know, John's just playing master/slave to save his country/planet/dog from being neutered.
Wow. I am really jacked up in the brain. Discuss. And then link me to the place where I can read this story already written by someone else.
ETA: BSG is back in two weeks. I just have to be strong a little while longer. Lee will not forsake me. I am dreaming of a sweaty, dirty Helo. Kara! [insert whimpering here] HELP!
The night the seas rushed in:
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves...
I was reading Vanity Fair and they started off an article about classism with the lines from this poem by Bertolt Brecht and I said to myself, "Self, if we read SGA, we'd really really want to read a story about this. It's a good thing we are exercising restraint and don't have visions of Rodney in a toga, standing on some desk in a lab, water seeping in rapidly, and him screaming at the top of his lungs for John to come and save him. Huh. Yeah, despite whatever cackling you're hearing from
serialkarma over a show I don't watch, I now have visions of John in a canoe sailing through the halls of Atlantis to come and save his master, because you know, John's just playing master/slave to save his country/planet/dog from being neutered. Wow. I am really jacked up in the brain. Discuss. And then link me to the place where I can read this story already written by someone else.
ETA: BSG is back in two weeks. I just have to be strong a little while longer. Lee will not forsake me. I am dreaming of a sweaty, dirty Helo. Kara! [insert whimpering here] HELP!
