I follow him and omg the flat iron cracked me UP. :)) I kind of want to cook dinner for David and family...in the non creepy way :D

That or, my own personal canon: Back in his young blond hair days, he lost some funding at a certain point because of academic politics(ie he was a total diva...), so he thought he could take his bitchy snarky attitude to performing as a drag queen and earn some good money. Plus he could release his inner diva. And his drag queen name was Meredita.

That or glam rock phase...

Twitter, huh? Are you doing that and do I have you on my list? you could be hearing all about my bitching about coworkers!

I'm bitsy, if you are interested, let me know who you are and I'll add you to my list.

And how the hell did you get such a swinging DW layout???! Nice!

Your LJ is very pretty!! How do you find such pretty layouts?? I can only find boring ones when I look.

I'm so fucking sick of snowmen themes.

Holy crap. How have I not seen this person? I think my friends have used most of these templates! Sweet!

You do realize that between Twitter, LJ, and DW, we are capable of carrying out THREE SEPARATE CONVERSATIONS AT A TIME.

Wait, that's totally what we're already doing. We should add gchat and see if we can blow up the internet.

Whee, causing the apocalypse!

(What's lame about Canadian Twitter, speaking of texting, is that only 1 cell phone carrier -- not mine -- lets you receive tweets via text, or tweet via text. It's all very old-school. Stupid Canada.)

*snort*

SO PRETTEH.

AHAHAHA. Yes. He totally had a David Bowie phase, I think.

Yes, and yet still, I feel that he was also taken advantage of by a number of hot, slutty cool types.

Who then mercilessly tossed him aside. Woe!

He stole his mother's clip-on fake diamond earrings as he was horrified by the sanitary practices in the mall, but the scars are still there! Emotional type scars that you can only see in the dark from his WOUNDS from GLAMOR.

And Rodney sheds one perfect crystal tear (which he learned to do accidentally poking himself in the eye with a mascara wand). Ronon is so moved (or, you know, annoyed) by Rodney's perfect tear that he volunteers for the satin and the sparkles, but Rodney won't let him do it, because Ronon has already lost so much! So when they bring out the glitter eye-shadow and the fake eyelashes, Rodney grits his teeth and sucks it up.

And then there he was, the chieftain's son, tall and built and beckoning Rodney to the proverbial alley behind the bar. And Rodney was so caught up that all he remembered was how empowering it felt to have some hot guy want him so bad he couldn't wait to get him home that Rodney went. Or, well, he tried to, but then John TOTALLY OVERREACTED, WHAT YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO GET LAID ON MISSIONS NOW, KIRK, and pointed his P-90 at the chieftain's son and then there was running and shouting and then Rodney was falling through the gate. In his shiny satin unitard and feathered hair in all his glory in front of twenty Marines.

Does it entice you at all to hear I'm in the midst of writing "Stupid in Love", a McKay/Sheppard redo of Music and Lyrics, wherein Rodney and Daniel were once a cheesy 80s duo called GenIUS? I even have songs;)

Oh the Hew must never change, he's one of us *G*.

I am picturing John glaring at him and hissing "And you wouldn't shut up about my sparkly curtains, and the candles, and the whole time you used to own half of Cover Girl!"

I definitely want to read about Rodney in eyeliner! Or Sheppard, I think it would suit Sheppard very well, since he already has the armband and the black clothing and the funky hair.
Ha, I was going on about them being in a glam rock band and then I reread you and saw you mentioned it already. Then it must be a good idea!
They could play in Sheppard's garage (which is probably twice the size of Rodney's house), when they're not riding the pony of course (that just sounds wrong).

I *love* that they let you set crossposting to default. I kept forgetting to ticky box before posting with other journals!!

I am getting more and more excited at how DW is facilitating having friends across journal platforms.

LOL. You are *so* added.
Be prepared to hear all about my work and the idiot Webmaster, the BusMgr I love, and the IT guy who makes me laugh.

Huh. You'd never guess I work in publishing with that list, would you...?

(At which time you're free to unfollow the hell out of me. Hahaha...)

I know, I know... sigh. I should probably lock it down but I *like* having a space where I can feel like I'm dodging the wee ones. It probably won't last. LJ (and DW) you are my secret haven of profanity and overt crassness.

haha, omg, can I dare ask if I can follow you on Twitter? I just discovered the joy of it (thank you David Hewlett!) and am still looking for people to stalk. I mean, follow. :D