Quote of the day: "Words make up your thoughts. Limited vocabularies produce limited thoughts." (It's pretty bad when you have to resort to the TODs in biology class! Better luck other days!"

Question of the day: Why can't American history just go to the fiery stomachs of the demons that patrol the underworld, impose its torture on those who have already experienced their mistakes?

Ted's question #15: Why are you ignoring me again? If you keep that up, I'm going to leave! Alright, that's it; I'm gone. Are you going to play with me now?

Reeses progress report: I went to look up my notes to myself in Reeses on how To Be should end, but when I flipped through the pages, I couldn't find any. Nonetheless, I shall endeavor to complete the prequil before the end of the school year.

(I kind of forgot a quote of the day last time, didn't I? Whoops!)

Quote of the day: "Did you ever get the feeling you have your own personal poltergeist?""Yeah, his name's Michael and he's my brother!"

Question of the day: Why did I just become uninspired to write more of To Be? :(

Ted's question #14: Why won't you just let me up on your lap?

Reeses progress report: Well, I haven't been working on Reeses, but I've gotten re-inspired to continue To Be, so I guess that's the next best thing. I guess we'll all soon know what happened those ten years before Reeses that allowed the events in that book to occur. Where I left off, it could be that ten years later, Sarah is dead from a staff weapon blast she received only thirty hours after becoming a Tok'ra, so I need to make that a very distant, nonexistant possibility. And off I go to do just that... Or finish reading tonight's Odyssey assignment...

Quote of the day:

Question of the day: Why are some people so rude to reverse trick-or-treaters? I mean, it's not like we're trying to steal all the candy from the little kids or like we're trying to poison people; we're just giving away candy and info about our church!

#2: Why can't we have 20th century history instead of American history? Or Biblical history instead?

Ted's question #14: Why didn't you give me any of that reverse trick-or-treating candy you would have had left? I wouldn't have been rude in accepting it!

Reeses progress report: Well.... heh, heh... you see, it's like this: I've been really busy since the beginning of the school year. I barely have time to write. Now that everything's settling down a little bit, I need to work on writing my biology story. I have read requests from two people today asking me to continue the following: SGMIB, the Announcement, To Be, Reeses, and, I think, the Lotaur along with what I have to do for school, so just bear with me until everything settles down a bit more.

Quote of the day: Alas, again I have two, but one has misplaced itself. The other: "I'm going to fast forward [the stuff on the chalk board]."

Question of the day: Why is it that I can only think of great questions when I'm not doing this?

Ted's question #13: C'mon, aren't you going to give me some chocolate?

Reeses progress report: ...See yesterday. I'm working on the Announcement right now, and I've got a few ideas for it. If you're not content with that and vinnet.blogspot, you're up a creek. New people might be writing on vinnet.b soon, so it may not be updated this weekend.

Is it possible to get up on the wrong side of the bed? Let's see.

For the past couple weeks, I've been getting up on the left side of the bed. My mornings were half-decent, but I got tired around fourth and eighth, and I was not in good spirits in the afternoons.

This week, I've been getting up on the right side of the bed. My mornings have been pretty bad, but I was more awake during the day, and I was in fairly good spirits in the afternoon.

Moral of the story: don't get out of bed.

Okay I actually have two quotes of the day:
1. "What's chronic""Like, chronic."-Classmate and Mr. Garrich
2. "I'm working on working"-different classmate in honor's class

Question of the day: Why is there so little time for all the stuff I want to write?

Ted's question #12: Why do you keep ignoring me...?!

Reeses progress report: One word: backslide. (That is a word, right?) Anyway, I have to work on my biology project story for a while, which is due in January. I promise I will not give up on Reeses. To sustain your need for Sarah/Vinnet fics, go back to Reeses, click on binksbabe2001, and click on a thing called The Announcement. You've probably already read most of it, but you might be interested in the last bit. I have been encouraged to continue this and add in some schitzophrenic jokes. :)

Oh, and if you want to read what I was going to post, you have to go to www.fanfiction.net/~binksbabe2001 and click on the announcement.

One more day and I'll post; there are either three or four tests tomorrow. (Biology, Al2, German, and US History)

Quote of the day: Junk. I forgot.

Question of the day: Why would anyone who doesn't care deeply about plants study or want to know about anthocyan?

Ted's question #11: How come you stepped on my toes? They hurt enough as is!
Ted, don't walk under me and I won't step on you.

Reeses progress report: I need to remember the meaning of life (write it down) so that I can remember my solution to Reeses. I know one thing for sure: it's going to take some editing of previous chapters to get it worked out.

Nothing new here but some more stuff on the story about revealing the Tok'ra to post tomorrow. (I'm waiting until then in the hopes that I'll be able to wrtie some more in TMP.)

Quote of the day: "When making a decision, if you feel any doubt about it, don't do it." -Mr. Garrich

Question of the day: Isn't that quote completely wrong? It should say, "When making a decision, if you feel any doubt about it, pray."

Ted's question #10: Why can't you feed me any earlier than a quarter after seven?

Reeses progress report: I think I found a solution to my problem. If I find some time and hear any encouraging remarks about it, I'll start back on it. (But it may still have to wait until I'm done with SRU and the Halloween party.)

Hasn't everyone been having so much fun with my little stories. I forgot to say that the one right after this is rated, um, say, G, maybe? even though you might want to be able to think when you read it and tell me what you think. *hint**hint* There's a bunch of spoilers for Reeses and To Be, but if you don't mind knowing what life is going to be like after Reeses, go ahead and read it. Who knows? This might get added onto the end...

So, on with the boring, routine stuff.

Quote of the day: "Whatever you have read in the press, depending on what it is, is either true or not true." -Amanda Tapping

Question of the day: And Tapping's supposed to be the smart person on the team who knows what she's talking about?

Ted's question #9: What reason have you for kicking me out of your room for half the day?

Reeses progress report: none.

The news was boring and negative, but Sarah forced herself to pay attention; she had heard that the president was going to make a speech and decided to watch it since his decisions so often affected the SGC, and therefore, her life. The reporters repeatedly commented on how no one knew what the president was going to talk about, so it was a good opportunity for him to reveal a national secret or say “thanks for electing me” at a moment’s notice.

Finally, the screen switched to the podium where he would speak. Several people stood back behind it, one of which Vinnet recognized: the Supreme Councilor of the Tok’ra High Council, dressed in his long, green robes.

Sarah allowed her symbiote to take over. Vinnet then called out to the other person in the house.

“But I’m doing my homework; I can’t come right now,” Matt replied.

“You are going to want to see this.”

The teen trotted into the room, glad to have an excuse for procrastination—from Vinnet even!

As Matt sat down on the couch, the president began his speech. “For the past fifty years, there have been millions of reports of UFO sightings as well as plenty of media broadcasts that present any manner of theories about visitors from other planets.” At this point, an impenetrable hush seemed to fall across the whole nation. “Since 1998, some of these might have been true. In that year, we contacted an advanced extraterrestrial organization that has since visited Earth a number of times.

“Myths about extraterrestrials have long since gotten out of hand, and I think it’s about time that the citizens of the United States be told the truth. And why should they not hear it from a Tok’ra himself?”

The president moved away from the podium, allowing the Tok’ra to come forward and speak. In the few moments it took them to exchange places, a flood of questions invaded Vinnet’s mind, not the least of all being a query of why the Tok’ra dared to send a high councilor to Earth. The planet was peaceful compared to some, but it was no less dangerous.

“I am Supreme Councilor Per’sus and I wish to thank the United States for the opportunity to allow me to come and speak to you. Over the past few years, we have had a friendship that has allowed us to acquire many supplies that are in short supply for us.” “I look forward to a continuation of our partnership and friendship.”

The screen switched back to the reporters in the studio, showing two faces that were stunned at the man’s strange voice and manner. After a few seconds, the reporter, Vanessa Angel, recovered. “Remember that Channel 59 Action News brought this to you fir—”

Matt stretched forward to press the mute button. “That was interesting.”

Vinnet finally came out of her own state of shock. “Indeed.”

“Does that mean I can tell my friends about you?”

“No.”

*The next day*

At two o’clock in the afternoon, none of the schools in the area had let out, and Sarah rarely received visitors anyway. Nonetheless, the doorbell rang. She cracked the door open to see who had come calling only to be greeted by the shining face of a reporter.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. I’m Vanessa Angel from Channel 59 Action News. Could I have a moment of your time?”

Sarah raised her eyebrows and pretended like she was innocent of anything they might accuse her of. She put on her best smile and replied, “Why sure; what can I do for you?”

“May we come in?”

“Of course.” She allowed the reporter and cameraman to tread into her house, even though Vinnet was practically screaming at her to get them out.

Once everyone had had a seat on the somewhat comfortable couch and chairs just inside the door, Vanessa began. “Now, Miss Anderson, we have heard that you are one of the aliens that the president talked about last night in his speech.”

The Tok’ra, still smiling but with a slightly confused look, answered delightfully, “No, you must be mistaken; I can’t be one. If you didn’t notice, High Commander what’s-his-name had some weird voice, but I don’t.”

“Supreme Councilor Per’sus,” the reporter corrected automatically. “I thought we had a very reliable source. So tell me what you know of these Tok’ra.”

“Well, the SCI FI Channel had a special on them last night. It said that they were from some planet in the Alpha Centauri system named Pangar.” The mention of the queen Tok’ra’s death world sent shivers through Vinnet, having the same “person walking over your grave” feeling for Sarah. “It said that they have the power to heal most illnesses, but they have to have chlorophyll in their bloodstreams to do it.” Telling so many absurd lies, it was hard for Sarah to keep herself from laughing. Her hope was that the news anchor wouldn’t believe a word she said, but instead, Angel was hanging on every word from her mouth.

“How does the chlorophyll affect their healing abilities?”

“You know, they really didn’t say. Here, if you come back in half an hour, I can see what more I can remember, okay?”

Angel nodded reluctantly before leaving.

As soon as they were gone, she rushed to the phone and dialed the number for the SGC. Soon, she was talking to General Hammond.

“This is Sarah Anderson. I just had some reporters come knocking on my door, asking for information about the Tok’ra.”

She could imagine the general frowning and thinking the situation over. “What did you tell them?”

“I don’t know, some story about chlorophyll making them able to heal people.”

He sighed. “The president decided to release information about the Tok’ra only. And nothing that could put anyone in danger because of the Goa’uld threat. Most of it’s on a need-to-know basis. Nothing about the gate is to be released.”

“But why?”

“The High Council decided that they needed more hosts than you could provide with limits on your descriptions of being a Tok’ra, so they asked us to release information to make your job easier.”

“Oh,” she replied. “So, basically, Vinnet’s allowed to talk now, and she knows what to talk about?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, sir, from both of us.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two hung up simultaneously and host and symbiote stood ready for the return of the reporter.

**Twenty-two minutes later**

Sarah sat in her same seat as earlier, as did the reporter and cameraman. Angel looked up. “Please tell us more about the chlorophyll as it relates to their healing ability.”

She allowed herself to laugh this time. “Chlorophyll has nothing to do with anything. Not much is actually known about how a Tok’ra heals. A person does have to have na— a certain metal in his or her blood to be able to work a healing device.”

“Can you show us one?”

Sarah shook her head. “There’s only one or two on the planet, and I really don’t need one.”

“I’m confused by your answer earlier. Are you or are you not a Tok’ra?”

Sarah took a breath. It was against any Tok’ra’s nature to reveal themselves to anyone other than another Tok’ra. Her own parents had never heard a word about the aliens from her. “I am.”

The seemingly rock-solid Angel seemed to tense up at this, as did the cameraman. “You…” She cleared her throat. “You mentioned earlier that you didn’t have the strange voice that the Supreme Councilor had. Could you explain this?”

She swallowed. “Yeah, sure… Well, let me start this way: I’m actually human. I was born in the United States and was a perfectly normal kid for most of my childhood.” She paused. It was so much easier to just let one of the other Tok’ra explain! “Here, I’m going to let the actual alien talk to you, okay?”

Angel appeared surprised by this. “I thought you said you were an alien.”

“No, I said that I’m a Tok’ra, not an alien. That doesn’t make sense to you, but there is a difference.” She closed her eyes so that the others would not be alarmed by their Goa’uld-ish flash and allowed Vinnet to finally speak.

“To answer your question, Per’sus neglected to inform you that a Tok’ra symbiote must have a host to survive.” She paused; the reporter’s eyes had widened and she looked surprised. “There is no reason to be alarmed; I will have Sarah as my host for the next one hundred years at least.”

Vanessa finally came out of her stage of complete shock. “Um, what does a symbiote do?”

Vinnet, having been met with mostly fear, let Sarah talk again. She was better suited to answer that question anyway. “Well, a symbiote can heal a lot of ailments as long as they’re not too serious. And… it’s nice for company when you’re lonely. They are sentient beings that think and feel and have emotions.”

The reporter glanced around, still nervous. “How long have you lived on Earth?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “I’ve lived on Earth my whole life, but my symbiote’s only lived here for about ten years.”

Her eyes widened. “That long? Are there many Tok’ra living on Earth?”

She thought for a moment. “Actually, I think I’m the only one.”

“Why is that?”

Sarah frowned. That was one of the questions Vinnet did not want her to answer in full. If the president wanted to introduce the Goa’uld, he would have done it during his speech the previous evening. “Well, why would you need Americans living on a Tok’ra planet?” Besides that they could be hosts, of course, but I’ve scared these poor people too much already. The US wasn’t quite ready for the news.

“Why do you think the president waited so long before introducing the Tok’ra?”

She shrugged. “Tell me, and be honest, how much of this are you actually believing?”

“Are you trying to suggest this is a national joke?”

“I wish it was. That way, I could just go on living my life and not be bothered by the hoard of reporters that are bound to follow you.”

At that moment, the door opened, and Matt stood in the entranceway, flabbergasted. “Sarah, reporters?”

She nodded, rolled her eyes, and motioned to him to come in. “I called. They said that Vinnet could talk to them. I’ll explain later, but this means that you might be able to visit your mom more often and vice versa.”

He smiled, thinking of the Tok’ra host. “Cool.”

As he walked toward the kitchen, Angel called, “I’d like to have a few words with you, too.”

He reluctantly came back and sat beside Sarah, who leaned over and whispered, “Careful what you say. Try to keep it limited. Remember: they haven’t revealed the Stargate or Goa’uld and we can’t jeopardize Tok’ra security.”

He nodded in time for Vanessa’s first question: “Are you an alien also?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“How long have you known about the Tok’ra?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know; haven’t been paying attention.” Sarah smiled at his short, non-descriptive answers.

“What was your first reaction when you found out about aliens?”

He thought back for a moment to when his mom had left the house one night when she had cancer. Sarah had come over one day and brought him here, where they were zatted and taken away. “I didn’t believe her.”

“What happened since?”

One of his eyebrows floated skyward. “I moved here and then went to school like I always do.”

“What is Miss Anderson’s relationship to you?”

He looked to Sarah, who answered, “Guardian.”

“What happened to his mother?”

Sarah shrugged. “She got cancer and isn’t living here anymore.” Before the reporter could ask anything else, the phone rang. Matt got it and appeared with the phone in his hand, indicating that it wasn’t for him. Sarah quickly showed the reporter to the door then grabbed the phone from him. “Hello?”

“Hi, Sarah,” her dad’s voice replied. “Did you see the news last night?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t that interesting? Here, why don’t you come over?”

**A short time later…**

Sarah sat beside her dad while Matt was off doing homework.

“Is something wrong? You don’t usually ask me to come over,” he asked.

She sighed, knowing that the moment was upon her that she had been waiting for since she blended with Vinnet. “Well, nothing’s really wrong. I just wanted to know what you think about what the president had to say.”

He shrugged. “It’s about time someone admitted that there’s extraterrestrial life, but that high commander guy looks a little too human to be an extraterrestrial.”

She nodded. “Well, who said extraterrestrials couldn’t be human?”

He looked at her with disbelief. “Are you saying that it’s possible that the same exact life form could evolve to be exactly the same on two different planets that have only had contact for a few years?”

“Yes and no.”

“Explain.”

“I would if I could, but I can’t.” She frowned. Vinnet encouraged her to continue; after all, she had talked about revealing her job to her father for a long while, and now was her chance. “So, Dad, what did you think about Supreme Councilor Per’sus?”

He smiled. “He’s got a weird voice, and he was quite short on details of any Tok’ra-Earth partnership.”

She nodded. “There isn’t much to say.”

“You sound like you know exactly what he’s talking about.”

Shrugging, she answered, “They have technology we want, and we have resources that they need.”

One of his eyebrows raised. “Oh, really? Sarah, there’s something you’re not telling me; there is no way you could know that when the president just said ‘hi, meet the aliens.’”

She swallowed and took another deep breath. She looked down at her hands and began fiddling with a ring. “Dad, you remember when I got kidnapped?” She continued at his questioning nod. “You know how I haven’t been able to tell you about my job?” He nodded and set a look of concern on his face, so she launched into her story about being kidnapped by “bad guys,” becoming a Tok’ra, and coming back to Earth. “The Tok’ra need hosts to survive, and they have an incredible ability to heal their hosts. So what I do is,” she explained, speaking slowly, “I find people with terminal illnesses who would die anyway, and help them become Tok’ra.”

They sat in silence for a minute until Matt came in with his Algebra 2 book in hand. “Sorry to break in, but could you help me with my homework?”

Sarah let Vinnet come out since she still had to think about what she just said. “Matt, do you not have any other homework that you can work on until we a finished here?” Her otherworldly voice caught Sarah’s father off guard, but Matt was just slightly surprised that Vinnet was talking while someone else was in the house.

“Uh, sure, I guess I can, but I was hoping to get math done…”

“It can wait until later, correct?”

He nodded and made his way back to work on other stuff.

Sarah’s father looked over at his daughter, but could not understand the voice or anything. “Sarah?”

She shook her head. “No, I am Vinnet.

***
By the way, if you missed all the little jokes, here they are:
Vanessa Angel is the actress who plays one of the Tok’ra who are frequently on the show.
Where I live, there is no Channel 59 Action News; 59 is the SCI FI Channel.

I see additions to this in the future. I hope you enjoyed it.

DANIEL: (Musing over small dish.) This tastes like macaroni and cheese.

SAM: Isn’t that what it is?

DANIEL: Well, ah, the label says ‘chicken.’

(Converse of joke featured in Stargate with the exception of Daniel still complaining.)

I thought I'd come on today and pester... inform you guys about the current situation in my life. (Not like you care.) If you have my e-mail address, I would be happy to hear your thoughts on whether I should continue which stories. I'm done with the Anubis/Jonas/Local Orthodonist one, but I'd be happy to write a sequel if anyone wants to read. Also, I'd like opinions on the following:

Vinnet/Sarah/Orthodonist/X-rays
The Lotaur
SG-MIB
Hot Pink
Reeses
To Be
Leap to SG-1
Anti Jedi

I've also got two others that I'm working on. Now, for the regular stuff.

Quote of the day: "Today, on Stargate SG-1, the team gates to an offworld planet where the peaceful humans are at war with their brothren, the Unas. Sam and Daniel accidentally get married while Jack and Teal'c switch sons and bodies--again." -Me.

Question of the day: Is "offworld planet" really on oxymoron?

Ted's question #8: Do you woof me? (Do you woof me?) Do you woof me? (Do you woof me?) Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ahhh!

Reeses progress report: Why do I even bother with this? See above. If there's no updates on the site for Reeses, there's something wrong with the author.

Ready ye ears for a tale I shall spin which depicteth another yet meaningless rant of expanders.

We begin with a setting, a time and a place: in the orthodonist's office after most of a freshman school day. Who might the victim be today? None other than a Tok'ra: Vinnet and Sarah Anderson. From Vinnet's mind, for a change and an interest.

***

Sarah stared at the strange device for my benefit while the orthodonist assistants bustled around, minding their own business. It had been hard for her to explain what I was on the X-rays they had taken; if only she could have told the truth. What had she been thinking? A Tok'ra looks nothing like a metal plate, and the Tau'ri have no medical reason to insert any such plate in the neck. The assistant of the day told her that she should have it checked out by a doctor, and this advice would soon be followed to a 't' by Sarah's mother.

I reminded myself to "e-mail" Major Carter about this.

*It appears to be some kind of Goa'uld torture device,* I thought, knowing Sarah could sense it.

*It looks more medival to me.*

A dropped the matter of what it appeared to be and thought of what it was supposed to do: expand my host's palette so that she didn't have pain as she got older. Well, I would consider that an insult if any one knew of me or if Sarah could tell her parents. Unfortunatly, all I can do is stand back and see if I can decrease the time the so-called medical device is upon us. However, I shall stand by my claim that it must have developed from an earlier time period in the Tau'ri history.

***later that night***

"Sarah?" announced her mother as she entered her daughter's room. "Remember those X-rays that the orthodonist took?"

She nodded, pretending they were completely normal. "Yeah, what about them?"

A worried, disappointed look appeared on the middle-aged woman's face. "We need to get a doctor's appointment scheduled to get your neck checked out."

I was disappointed myself that I couldn't talk to her; if she knew everything, she could make more logical decisions.

My host shrugged, thinking of ways to postpone what would have been inevitible had I not been there. "I feel fine; there can't be a thing wrong with me."

"There's something in the back of your neck and you're trying to tell me there's nothing wrong with you? Maybe we should take you to the emergency room right now."

She cocked her head. "Mom, I'm fine. I haven't been sick since before last Christmas!" Needless to say that we blended shortly after Christmas.

"Nevertheless, how you feel has nothing to do with what, ya know, could be in your neck. I mean, I hope it's just a shadow on the X-ray... but we have to find out." She sighed.

*I know what could be in my neck,* she thought. *I wish I could just tell you.*

*'What if it's attached to my brain and I don't know it' with worry in your voice,* I thought to her.

She drenched her voice in as much worry and sincerity as she could without making it sound completely faked. "But what if they find out that it's attached to my brain and they can't take it out?"

"I don't think that's going to happen. That's probably not the problem."

"But how do you know? How could either of us know?" A glint of mischief appeared in her eye.

"We don't know--that's why we're going to the specialist: to find out!"

*Doh!* I heard her think. "But mom-"

"And that's final," she announced before Sarah could get another word in. She exited the room, leaving me with Sarah.

*"E-mail,"* I thought, knowing that I should tell Major Carter of the evening's events. Sarah yielded control of her body, allowing me to type my own message to the member of SG-1. Just I was about to finish the message when her mother came in again.

"Oh, Sarah, I forgot to tell you that a nice young man called for you earlier."

I tried to switch back to my host as quickly as I could, but even that was not the slowest answer her mother expected.

"Do you have a headache, hon?"

Sarah shrugged. "No; who called?"

She shook her head and mumbled to herself, "Child just hasn't been the same since last February." She now spoke up so that we could hear clearly, "He said his name was Zane."

*He was the boy in your gym class that didn't make fun of the others and didn't complete his project before the day it was due, much like you,* I told her, even though she knew of him as well. She couldn't imagine the value of not procrastinating, even though I occasionally made it impossible for her to do so.

If anyone has any ideas for another scene in Stargate (or Star Wars) to parody, I'm sure I'm up to the challenge of writing it. Just e-mail me if you have the privilege (or doom) of knowing my e-mail address.

So back to the old routine...

Quote of the day: "If we do not hang together, we will assuredly hang separately." -Ben Franklin, referring to being hung if they didn't stick together.

Question of the day: How can you be tired and hyper at the same time? The answer is most assuredly the same as the answer to this: Why is it that you can be awake during the day without the ability to think?

Ted's question #7: Are you going to let me in from this cold weather yet?

Reeses progress report: See yesterday. I've done nothing but to converse idly with my newfound friends. That, and I've been thinking of another fanfic that includes a presidential speech on the Tok'ra...

Oh, before I forget....

(Stargate parody scene from one of the season 7 episodes...)

Jonas is chained (figuratively speaking; he's kind of anchored) to a table, obviously a great place for torture. Anubis enters in all his ghostly evilness.

ANUBIS: You will tell me all your plans for destroying my mothership.

JONAS: Too late. We've already begun to blow it up! You'll never be able to annoy anyone else again!

ANUBIS: Don't be so certain. (And what are you laughing about anyway? You're on the ship that's about to be blown up, too!) Now tell me all your knowledge of Kelowna and naquadria.

JONAS: I'll never tell you!

ANUBIS (holds up expander): Don't be so certain; I have my ways. I will have that information from you whether you intend to tell me or not. (Calls in your local orthodonist.)

JONAS (looks up into the misty form of Anubis, right about where his eyes would be if he was still human): NO! Even you Goa'uld are supposed to be nicer than this!

ORTHODONIST: Didn't you know that he got demoted from his rank of System Lord, because he did such unspeakable things as this? (New subject) Now, this may hurt a little bit, but you won't need any painkillers or anything.

JONAS (resigning himself to his doom): Can I get zatted first?

ORTHODONIST: NO! THAT WOULD RUIN ALL OF MY EVIL PLANS THAT ANUBIS HAS GIVEN TO ME!

*thirty minutes later, ANUBIS returns*

ANUBIS: You will now tell me all that you know of naquadria.

JONAS: Never.

ANUBIS (holds up scary looking remote control that's shaped like a molar): If you are so adamant about your decision, I will change your mind. (Pushes scary-looking button on molar-shaped control. Jonas suddenly feels expander expanding, causing pressure in his nose and a decidedly unplesant splitting-feeling in the roof of his mouth)

JONAS: Okay, I'll tell you. Naquachria is exchremely explosive. It's about a hunchred times more powerful than the Tau'ri's atomic bomb.

*an hour later*

ANUBIS has a decidedly happy Goa'uld appirition look on his "face."

Quick, before I start doing any more homework:

Quote of the day: "In science fiction, space and time warps are a commonplace. They are used for rapid journeys around the galaxy, or for travel through time. But today's science fiction is often tomorrow's science fact." -Professor S. W. Hawking

Question of the day: What happened in Kecksburg, Pennsylvania that has something to do with UFOs?

Ted's question #6: Who cares what happened in Kecksburg? Pet me!

Reeses progress report: What progress, again? I think I already said this, but I have to finish the delegate paper for next Monday and after that, I'd like to finish a paper for SRU every week. That means the next five weeks are fairly booked, but I might find enough time for a couple other fanfics that I don't have major problems to work out for.

Oh, by the way, if you ever get a chance to read Professor S. W. Hawking's lecture called "Space and Time Warps," do. It's awesome and it has a great graphic of a two dimensional dog! Oh, and if you do get a chance to read it, don't even try to read it when you're sitting out of gym class; it's too noisy.

So much for the times two thing on Thursday. All well. Here's the after-medival torture device installation edition.

Quote of the day: Life without chocolate is too terrible to contemplate.

Question of the day: Why is it that when they push your teeth apart (side to side with expander), your nose starts hurting?

Ted's question #5: Why did you leave me again?

Reeses progress report: Well, I've got a ton of homework this weekend, but the Delegate paper is winding down. I think the whole thing is due on the 20th. But once that's out of the way, I have to do some stuff for SRU to get my (2nd yeah!) college credit. And while all that's going on, I've moved about a millimeter closer to plowing through writer's block on Reeses. And I came up with an idea for another Stargate fanfic, but it should be more thought provoking than Reeses. (Maybe.) We'll see.

I think I'm going to post twice today for a change; a kind of before and after the installation of the dreaded expander thing.

Meanwhile: Quote of the morning-2:00 time period: "This is the most pitiful beginning I've ever read." -Some reviewer.

Question of the morning-2 time period: How much longer do I got, Doc Orthodonist Dude?

Ted's question #4: Did you know that you've been home all day so far and only petted me seven times?

Reeses progress report: What progress? I have homework to do. Bye.

Well, there's actually new stuff up on vinnet.blogspot, if anyone's interested. And I did actually figure out how to sing "Mein Jaffa," not like anyone cares. I got to meet my English teacher today (he's been out for heart surgery), and he's pretty cool.

Quote of the day: "Often is laughter the cure for a troubled and tormented heart" -Bre'tac in some fanfic.

Question of the day: Why do you get more orthodonic work done just as the pain from the last bit wears off? I can finally eat about anything again and tomorrow, I get an expander.

Ted's question #3: Truly, what is so interesting about that glowing box? It always glows! Why aren't you petting me, you insolent human?

Reeses progress report: Delegate paper's due the Monday after next and by a week after that, I should have a page and a half done unless my new English teacher has a heavy homework load. Then again, I did get him so that he could tutor me in the ways of the writers, so English homework might not affect Reeses. I don't know yet; I've not had a chance to talk to him. It doesn't help that I got another idea for another Stargate fanfic. (I know that's the last thing anyone wants me to do.) But it was such an intriguing idea? Can I just write a page or two for it? Please?

I thought you might want to read my newest song fic:

Mein Jaffa liegt über die Tok'ra,
meine Jaffa Lügen über dem Tau'ri.
Mein Jaffa liegt über die Asgard.
Ach bringt, daß Jaffa zu mir zurück.

Unfortunately, it'll take some work until anyone's able to actually sing it.

Quote of the day: "Du bist ein gut Hund."

Question of the day: Who decided that high school gym was a good idea? That's when the guys are more aggressive than ever--and those who have succumbed to the "coolness" of being dumb have about 1/10 the IQ of my dog, but then, I do have a really smart dog.

Ted's question #2: Can I go with you when you leave tomorrow morning? My answer: Sure, Ted; I'd love to bring you to my gym class. You're so good at attacking anyone who looks threatening, and, boy, do the guys in my gym class look threatening. Sick 'em, Ted!

Reeses progress report: Well, I've got another half-empty promise for my fans. :( I won't have another bit of Reeses up until after the delegate paper's done. (Should only be another couple weeks.) But, I do feel bad that in another few days, I won't have worked on Reeses for a month. After the delegate paper, though, I shall endevour to get at least a page up unless God puts it on my heart to write a testimony, as He did last night at 10:00, when I was trying to go to bed. So, yes, I'm not done with Reeses, and I've not given up hope.

Quote of the day:

"You're only as dumb as the standardized test claim you are, but you're only as smart as your decisions under pressure."
-SEA, me!

Orthodonist tip #1: Do not use an electric toothbrush the first two days after you get spacers.
Orthodonist tip #1.5: It's okay to use an electri toothbrush after that as long as you don't wash the spacers away, postponing the inevitible expander and, overall, suffering more pain than is necessary when you have to get more.

Orthodonist question #1: Who decided to make spacers blue? I mean, it's my favorite color, but why not a slight shade of off-white so they match your teeth?

Ted's question #1 (he's my dog, if you're wondering; I don't have or need a boyfriend!): Why are you paying so much attention to a little box that glows instead of paying attention to me!?!

Reeses Progress Report: I've almost got the kink worked out except where I am right now. I'm thinking I just have to plow ahead and fix the lull in excitement later. Having Vinnet turn around to a zat is just a little too melodramatic for me, not to mention trite. AND it's what you'd expect. I do NOT want to do what you'd expect, so tough luck. Okay, and I've been reading more lately, which means I've been writing less. I put Hot Pink up to kind of say "Here, read this so you don't bite my head off when I don't update Reeses for two months." I'm planning to update sooner than that, but first, I have to write something. Sorry.