Naturally, though, we segued into my greater obsession at the moment, SG:A. Namely, John/Rodney. It was a little disconcerting to discover just how much I want to deconstruct John. I mean really take him down, take him apart, strip him of all of his shields. *guh* After admitting I have no idea why, devohoneybee just laughed at me, and I had to tell her not to help me understand! no! no! because I'm afraid if I do fully comprehend the nature of my own obsession, then its power will dissipate and I'll have nothing to fuel my putting fingers to keyboard to write that story. Which I really, really want to do. But I've sworn to myself that I can't do it until the final draft is approved for the ST zine story and it's long out of my hands. Mid-August is the deadline. So, fall for John. (John, you'll just have to wait to suffer so gloriously. Yes, we both can wait.)
I think fondly on years back, when I first spied wickedwords's blood-lust gleam in her eye during a panel at Escapade, and while I understood it intellectually, didn't have my own experience to match it. Er. Can't say that anymore. Poor, poor John.