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mrsronweasley) wrote2007-01-16 06:16 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2007-01-16 06:16 pm
SGA, 3x17, "Sunday".
So, okay. I knew what was going to happen, but it still killed me. I think parts of this episode were absolutely amazing, from all points of view. We get everyone on their day off - we get THEM. We get their fears, and their pleasures, we get their lives, and I love that. Some parts...stand out more than most. (OMG I KNOW.) Others are just...God, such a nice...yeah. I still haven't decided what I think of it as a whole, because I kept pausing, flailing, writing down notes as it went and capping. (I have...a lot of caps, god help me. AND YOU.)
I don't know what anybody else has thought yet, I just have my own "pay as you go", so to speak, notes. Here they are, textually rendered for your, um, time-wasting. It took me, oh, about an hour and a half to watch this. I know. I'm sad.
THOUGHTS:
HOLY SHIT OMG WTF AND OH MY GOD TEYLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(end teaser)
Elizabeth. Looks. GORGEOUS.
WHOA ELIZABETH KISSAGE!
Teyla don't want to play no SISSY SPORT, JOHN.
Yeah, John, you're as straight as they come.
"Sweet swing." Uh-huh. You go, gir- I mean, John. *cough*
"Carson, you're Scottish, this is YOUR GAME." OMG. SHEPPARD = CALLUM. The meta. IT BURNS.
Okay, so they're....grabbing towels from...their asses... and... playing... with sticks. Yeah. Okay. Just checking.
OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THAT JUST HAPPENED. THAT. DID THAT JUST HAPPEN? "OR A MAN"? DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!
So, okay. Shweir just went out the window. John/Teyla...hmm. Well, that was obvious, anyway. WHATEVS. More importantly, RODNEY WITH BEDHEAD BEING BELLIGIRANT. HEART.
And he gave them the day off, awww, Rodney! Go back to bed and jerk off some more. :D
Aww, Carson is SO CUTE!
Ahaha, Rodney never wanted to go fishing. Heh.
Oh, MOTHERFUCKER. Katie. WHATEVER.
He is a KING OF TACT. KING, I TELL YOU! And, dude. They're ferns. Srsly. WAY LESS IMPORTANT THAN RADIATION.
Hey, okay, cool, leukemia curing ferns. Still. RADIATION.
Up to his di- I mean, HIPS! in water. Oh, Rodney. You CHARMER.
Turned down for the FERNS. Oooooh, BURN.
Awww, Carson! Yeah, dude, that's...not a good sign. Rodney, you will kick yourself for the rest. Of your. LIFE. Katie WHO? Yeah. Point exactly.
OMG WHY. WHY WHY WHY is there a DATE RIGHT NOW.
SHUT UP, KATIE BROWN, I DO NOT LIKE YOU. Yes, I am biased. Yes, you can blow me.
OH MY GOD MARRIAGE, RODNEY TALKING ABOUT MARRIAGE, I AM WRITING THIS FIC, ONLY NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. *cries*
Oh God, Rodney fails on so. Many. LEVELS.
She likes him a lot, too. And he finds that baffling. I. I can't even.
Oh God, it's really going to happen, isn't it? And I will have to sit here and pretend not to throw up in my mouth. Oh, God. It's. Really. Going. To happen.
Hold me, I can't watch.
AHAHAHAHAHA SAVED BY THE BELL!!!!!!!! Is it wrong that I'm relieved? I mean...for now?
Moving on...
Oh no. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no. I mean, I KNOW? But OH NO! CARSON! *clutches...self* Uhm. OH CARSON!
Zelenka...watches...anime. I HEART HIM MORE THAN WORDS.
Free. Swedish. Massage. Zelenka really IS the Evil Genius of Atlantis, Holy SHIT!
Oh. My. God. LORNE. IS PAINTING. I. I. WORDS. I HAVE EXPIRED, THERE ARE NO WORDS LEFT IN MY VOCABULARY. *flails*
Oh my God, CRAZY LADY! Biro. Is. Insane. Poor, poor Carson. They're just racking up those pity, what-if points, aren't they?
Oh, hey, who's that? She is PRETTY! Damn. I... huh. Hello, gorgeous nurse/doctor!
Ouch. He's a lifesaver, all right. CHRIST, WRITERS. RUB IT IN, WHY DON'T YOU.
Uhm, okay, back up here. Lorne? Has a fucking PAINTING SET and THAT THING FOR HOLDING PAPER, whose name I should know because I've been doing art for years, but it escapes me at the moment, SHUT UP. (Mol'bert in Russian, in case you are wondering.) She can't get volleyball shoes because they're not vital to the success of the missions? RODNEY HAS A PERSCRIPTION MATTRESS. EXPLAIN PLEASE.
Oh, God, I'm whimpering. I'm WHIMPERING. Oh, GOD. I can't take the tension! I am a tension WIMP! Give me WHALES! SOMEBODY GIVE ME WHALES!
Rodney is trying to save him! Oh, God, Carson! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! MOVE, MAN! MOVE!!
YOU TELL HIM, JOHN! YOU TELL HIM, RODNEY!!
OH, CARSON!!! Okay, I'm crying and making embarrassing noises. I.
CARSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
*sigh*
Oh, Rodney. I'm so glad it's Rodney. And I'm so glad that Ronon just walked in and asked him if he's okay.
Rodney is going to tell his mother. He's going back to Earth.
Aaaaaand there's the guilt. There it is. God. Rodney. I'm dying on the inside.
Ronon's quiet "Don't" just near killed me.
OH WHATEVER. JOHN IN HIS UNIFORM GOING TO TEYLA. WHATEVER, I SAY. (Although they fight pretty. They need to do more of that.)
Memorial service question: Where is Teyla's bandage?.. Hmm.
God, they're all...I can't even.
Okay, Elizabeth's speech is really reall bad. It's hurting me.
Rodney...God, DH is amazing. John looks bedraggled. *sigh* Oh, boys.
BAGPIPES.
Oh, my God, they're the pallbearers. Oh, God.
Oh, Christ, the look they exchange at the coffin. *whimpers*
OH MY GOD RONON ON EARTH. *dies of the possibilities*
Oh, come ON. Really? CHRIST.
"Good turn out!" Oh, boys!
Oh, Rodney. I love you so very, very much.
See, I was hoping they wouldn't go there, and they did. I was hoping Rodney wouldn't get the easy way out, because...well, it's a cop-out. But Carson telling him it wasn't his fault? Easy way out. Don't like it.
And there's that.
I don't know what anybody else has thought yet, I just have my own "pay as you go", so to speak, notes. Here they are, textually rendered for your, um, time-wasting. It took me, oh, about an hour and a half to watch this. I know. I'm sad.
THOUGHTS:
HOLY SHIT OMG WTF AND OH MY GOD TEYLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(end teaser)
Elizabeth. Looks. GORGEOUS.
WHOA ELIZABETH KISSAGE!
Teyla don't want to play no SISSY SPORT, JOHN.
Yeah, John, you're as straight as they come.
"Sweet swing." Uh-huh. You go, gir- I mean, John. *cough*
"Carson, you're Scottish, this is YOUR GAME." OMG. SHEPPARD = CALLUM. The meta. IT BURNS.
Okay, so they're....grabbing towels from...their asses... and... playing... with sticks. Yeah. Okay. Just checking.
OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THAT JUST HAPPENED. THAT. DID THAT JUST HAPPEN? "OR A MAN"? DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!
So, okay. Shweir just went out the window. John/Teyla...hmm. Well, that was obvious, anyway. WHATEVS. More importantly, RODNEY WITH BEDHEAD BEING BELLIGIRANT. HEART.
And he gave them the day off, awww, Rodney! Go back to bed and jerk off some more. :D
Aww, Carson is SO CUTE!
Ahaha, Rodney never wanted to go fishing. Heh.
Oh, MOTHERFUCKER. Katie. WHATEVER.
He is a KING OF TACT. KING, I TELL YOU! And, dude. They're ferns. Srsly. WAY LESS IMPORTANT THAN RADIATION.
Hey, okay, cool, leukemia curing ferns. Still. RADIATION.
Up to his di- I mean, HIPS! in water. Oh, Rodney. You CHARMER.
Turned down for the FERNS. Oooooh, BURN.
Awww, Carson! Yeah, dude, that's...not a good sign. Rodney, you will kick yourself for the rest. Of your. LIFE. Katie WHO? Yeah. Point exactly.
OMG WHY. WHY WHY WHY is there a DATE RIGHT NOW.
SHUT UP, KATIE BROWN, I DO NOT LIKE YOU. Yes, I am biased. Yes, you can blow me.
OH MY GOD MARRIAGE, RODNEY TALKING ABOUT MARRIAGE, I AM WRITING THIS FIC, ONLY NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. *cries*
Oh God, Rodney fails on so. Many. LEVELS.
She likes him a lot, too. And he finds that baffling. I. I can't even.
Oh God, it's really going to happen, isn't it? And I will have to sit here and pretend not to throw up in my mouth. Oh, God. It's. Really. Going. To happen.
Hold me, I can't watch.
AHAHAHAHAHA SAVED BY THE BELL!!!!!!!! Is it wrong that I'm relieved? I mean...for now?
Moving on...
Oh no. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no. I mean, I KNOW? But OH NO! CARSON! *clutches...self* Uhm. OH CARSON!
Zelenka...watches...anime. I HEART HIM MORE THAN WORDS.
Free. Swedish. Massage. Zelenka really IS the Evil Genius of Atlantis, Holy SHIT!
Oh. My. God. LORNE. IS PAINTING. I. I. WORDS. I HAVE EXPIRED, THERE ARE NO WORDS LEFT IN MY VOCABULARY. *flails*
Oh my God, CRAZY LADY! Biro. Is. Insane. Poor, poor Carson. They're just racking up those pity, what-if points, aren't they?
Oh, hey, who's that? She is PRETTY! Damn. I... huh. Hello, gorgeous nurse/doctor!
Ouch. He's a lifesaver, all right. CHRIST, WRITERS. RUB IT IN, WHY DON'T YOU.
Uhm, okay, back up here. Lorne? Has a fucking PAINTING SET and THAT THING FOR HOLDING PAPER, whose name I should know because I've been doing art for years, but it escapes me at the moment, SHUT UP. (Mol'bert in Russian, in case you are wondering.) She can't get volleyball shoes because they're not vital to the success of the missions? RODNEY HAS A PERSCRIPTION MATTRESS. EXPLAIN PLEASE.
Oh, God, I'm whimpering. I'm WHIMPERING. Oh, GOD. I can't take the tension! I am a tension WIMP! Give me WHALES! SOMEBODY GIVE ME WHALES!
Rodney is trying to save him! Oh, God, Carson! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! MOVE, MAN! MOVE!!
YOU TELL HIM, JOHN! YOU TELL HIM, RODNEY!!
OH, CARSON!!! Okay, I'm crying and making embarrassing noises. I.
CARSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
*sigh*
Oh, Rodney. I'm so glad it's Rodney. And I'm so glad that Ronon just walked in and asked him if he's okay.
Rodney is going to tell his mother. He's going back to Earth.
Aaaaaand there's the guilt. There it is. God. Rodney. I'm dying on the inside.
Ronon's quiet "Don't" just near killed me.
OH WHATEVER. JOHN IN HIS UNIFORM GOING TO TEYLA. WHATEVER, I SAY. (Although they fight pretty. They need to do more of that.)
Memorial service question: Where is Teyla's bandage?.. Hmm.
God, they're all...I can't even.
Okay, Elizabeth's speech is really reall bad. It's hurting me.
Rodney...God, DH is amazing. John looks bedraggled. *sigh* Oh, boys.
BAGPIPES.
Oh, my God, they're the pallbearers. Oh, God.
Oh, Christ, the look they exchange at the coffin. *whimpers*
OH MY GOD RONON ON EARTH. *dies of the possibilities*
Oh, come ON. Really? CHRIST.
"Good turn out!" Oh, boys!
Oh, Rodney. I love you so very, very much.
See, I was hoping they wouldn't go there, and they did. I was hoping Rodney wouldn't get the easy way out, because...well, it's a cop-out. But Carson telling him it wasn't his fault? Easy way out. Don't like it.
And there's that.