So, a lot of the lovely readers leaving feedback on my last story are saying something to the effect that it seems "realistic" in one sense or another. At first, I thought maybe this was because some of my past offerings have involved straight-making machines, gates that take people's clothes off, and chemicals in the water supply that make everyone pair off and start breeding. But then I thought about it some more, and realized, as I told lamardeuse, that probably people are reacting to the number of references I made to bums and poo. What could be more realistic? This is clearly a case where being mentally 6 years old has actually made people think of me as somehow more "adult". Ha.

What I didn't intend to do, having been somewhat out of touch with fandom for a while, was to wade into the apparent battleground that has evolved around the character of Jennifer Keller. While I didn't really love the character (except for about 5 minutes when it looked like she was going to make Ronon smiley and sweet), I didn't especially dislike her either, and I honestly didn't really know that there's been an ongoing division among SGA McSheppers about how to treat Keller in post-series fic. I suppose this fic, though not planned as such, is my own position statement with regard to her; and having written her and Rodney out of my mind, I don't actually plan to write McKeller ever again.

I know you have all read toft_froggy's 1950s girls' boarding school AU (and if you haven't, you should, dammit!) but I've been thinking about how great it would be to have a boys' boarding school AU, now that we know all about John's moneyed heritage. Maybe it should be set in England in the 1930s and Rodney could be a student one or two forms below John so he ends up being his fag (I kid you not, this is an actual English boarding school term) and having to clean John's study to his exacting standards and make him toast and warm his bog seat before John uses it every morning. (And okay, I'm lifting 99% of this from Roald Dahl's Boy, you know) And wee!Rodney would be so delightfully resentful and his big mouth would keep getting him in trouble with John and John's peers and John would make a big show of how he had to punish his fag with a caning and John would close them both in his study and slap his cane against a cushion and roll his eyes because it's not like *wanted* to beat Rodney. And near the end of the year, after they'd gotten to be sort-of-friends (but secretly, because John is so much older and cooler), right before John is about to leave school and head off to Cambridge -- then he'd corner Rodney and with blushy seventeen-year-old cheeks and ears, he'd kiss him on the mouth and tell him not to let the other blokes push him around. And then, it would be 1939, and Rodney would be working on developing British fighter planes and he'd bump into John, who was a newly minted officer in the RAF, and Rodney would be all grown up and pretty as hell and John would be serious and handsome in his starchy uniform, and -- and...

Okay, I'm calming down now. But wouldn't that be great? Someone go and write it. It sounds like too much work for me.

Or does anyone else ever get intimidated by the prospect of answering comments on their own stories?

*has anxiety*

*is stupid*