Stillane tells all. Well, some.
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stillaneHerein shall be the Five Questions Meme, the questions having been issued by
ignipes. Ye have been warned.1. If the question doesn't make you want to stab somebody in the head...what are you going to do after graduation?
Hmm. Nope, not with the stabby. Just a little wibbling. The thing is, I don't know, and it's freaking me out. I need to find someone looking for a slightly used semi-paleontologist with side lines in English and veterinary medicine. In a perfect world, someone lets me kick around the Smithsonian for the next year while I figure out whether I'm headed for vet school or paleo grad school. At the moment, I'm leaning toward the latter, but I need to get some perspective before making any huge decisions. It's just... the deeper I get into the paleontology, the more I remember I wanted to be Indiana Jones when I was a kid, and the more plausible it seems. After being on the dig last summer and putting together my own research lately, everything else feels... small. So, yeah, deep thoughts ahead.
2. If you could be famous for doing something, what would it be?
Saving the world.
Baring that, though, I'd settle for writing something really good. Or finding something very cool; the research has been teaching me that there are so many things to be found. 80 million years worth of Madagascar's history, for example.
3. How the heck are they going to save the day in the SGA Season 3 opener?
I will pull back the mists of time to reveal the answer. Ah, here we see Sheppard hiding within the confines of the Wraith ship's outline, brooding meaningfully on all the ways that he is going to open a can of whoop-ass on the space vampires. And then he does.
Of course, Ronon helps and eventually takes over whooping duties so that Sheppard can do that sexy crouch-walking thing all over the place, and at some point Rodney is called upon to make sure they can do this without getting themselves splatted. In the end, the boys take over the ship, pull a u-ee, and come home, although they scare several years off of Elizabeth's life when they suddenly show up in a Wraith Porche.
4. What's one thing you like about your hometown?
I like that it isn't actually a town. I'm from the middle of nowhere - really; we don't have a stoplight within the county - and I love that I can go outside at midnight and hear nothing but the crickets and the frogs down by the creek. Every spring, my mom makes a special trip down to the water with the phone so that I can hear them, five states away.
5. Cats person or dog person? Or both?
Both, although I confess a certain partiality for dogs. My own monster walks all over me, golden drool monkey that he is. I'm happiest when I have eighty pounds of lapdog grinning up at me. Don't tell either of my cats, though. Big Red would be hurt, but the little one would make my life a living hell in recompense.
I can't make any promises that it will be in a timely fashion, but I'll ask any of you five questions if you would like me to. Just poke me.
Hmm. Nope, not with the stabby. Just a little wibbling. The thing is, I don't know, and it's freaking me out. I need to find someone looking for a slightly used semi-paleontologist with side lines in English and veterinary medicine. In a perfect world, someone lets me kick around the Smithsonian for the next year while I figure out whether I'm headed for vet school or paleo grad school. At the moment, I'm leaning toward the latter, but I need to get some perspective before making any huge decisions. It's just... the deeper I get into the paleontology, the more I remember I wanted to be Indiana Jones when I was a kid, and the more plausible it seems. After being on the dig last summer and putting together my own research lately, everything else feels... small. So, yeah, deep thoughts ahead.
2. If you could be famous for doing something, what would it be?
Saving the world.
Baring that, though, I'd settle for writing something really good. Or finding something very cool; the research has been teaching me that there are so many things to be found. 80 million years worth of Madagascar's history, for example.
3. How the heck are they going to save the day in the SGA Season 3 opener?
I will pull back the mists of time to reveal the answer. Ah, here we see Sheppard hiding within the confines of the Wraith ship's outline, brooding meaningfully on all the ways that he is going to open a can of whoop-ass on the space vampires. And then he does.
Of course, Ronon helps and eventually takes over whooping duties so that Sheppard can do that sexy crouch-walking thing all over the place, and at some point Rodney is called upon to make sure they can do this without getting themselves splatted. In the end, the boys take over the ship, pull a u-ee, and come home, although they scare several years off of Elizabeth's life when they suddenly show up in a Wraith Porche.
4. What's one thing you like about your hometown?
I like that it isn't actually a town. I'm from the middle of nowhere - really; we don't have a stoplight within the county - and I love that I can go outside at midnight and hear nothing but the crickets and the frogs down by the creek. Every spring, my mom makes a special trip down to the water with the phone so that I can hear them, five states away.
5. Cats person or dog person? Or both?
Both, although I confess a certain partiality for dogs. My own monster walks all over me, golden drool monkey that he is. I'm happiest when I have eighty pounds of lapdog grinning up at me. Don't tell either of my cats, though. Big Red would be hurt, but the little one would make my life a living hell in recompense.
I can't make any promises that it will be in a timely fashion, but I'll ask any of you five questions if you would like me to. Just poke me.
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Date: 2006-05-11 11:49 pm (UTC)3. Hee! Hijacking a hive ship? Yeah, I can see it. That's what's going to happen.
4. So, because I am nosy, where are you from?
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Date: 2006-05-12 04:58 am (UTC)MY OTHER RIDE IS A PUDDLE JUMPER
As to where I'm from:
On my dad's side, ultimately England and Ireland, but for the last 10+ generations, a tiny place in the middle of Pennsylvania which even we all can't agree how to spell. Generally, it goes by 'Shermans Dale', but capitalization and spacing varies. Mom's crew is a conglomeration of a bunch of places (among them maybe America before it was such), but I blame the occasional lapse into Pennsylvania Dutch speech patterns on them. *g*
It's the bizarre kind of place where your best friend's great-grandparents probably knew your great-grandparents, or maybe were your great grandparents. If you slap another great on there, this is actually true in my case; we were buddies since we bonded over tetherball at the family reunion as midgets. Makes getting away with anything as a kid reeeeally difficult, though. Everbody knows your dad, and where you live. *g*