Wheee

Does everyone like my new and improved blog? I like it.

There are four people left in grade 11 in school today. Here's what I did:

History: I went on the computer. Mr. Farrell let us into the room. Mr. Halyk never came. I wonder what we would have done if no one opened the door for us. Jeff giggled to himself and called Phil when Phil was, in fact, nowhere to be seen. That was kind of odd.

Chem: I worked on theory. I believe I finished two practice tests. Kaleigh had to do a test and she's like, "I haven't even finished one question yet." It was 10:37. She didn't even finish the test. I think she gave up at five to.

English: I told Kerri I was going to the library but I came to the comp lab to hang out with Stacey. I'm bad.

I have the gross/good Michelina's chicken and mashed potato things. The potatoes are just an extremely thin pile of a white viscous substance, but they are pretty good.

Maria's Monte Cristo thing was due Monday. As of Wednesday, she hadn't even finished the book. I gave up. I also wrote Maria's essay for her. She was like, "Robin, I love how you basically did my essay for me." I was like, "Um, Maria, I didn't basically write it. I did write it." She was quite effusive in her praise for me.

Here are some Stargate Atlantis quotes:

Dr. Jackson: Uh... It's a little more complicated than that...
Dr. McKay: We need the zed PM to power the Gate.
Gen. O'Neill: What?
Dr. Jackson: Zee PM. He's, um, he's Canadian.
Gen. O'Neill: [to McKay] I'm sorry.

[Weir interrupts McKay and Sheppard "testing" an Ancient shield]
Dr. Weir: I'm still trying to understand how you thought it was a good idea to test this device by having someone throw you off a balcony.
Dr. McKay: Oh, believe me, that's not the first thing we tried.
Maj. Sheppard: I shot him. [Dr. Weir gives him a stern look] In the leg!
Dr. McKay: I'm invulnerable!
Dr. Weir: Aren't you the one who's always spouting off about how proper and careful scientific procedure must be adhered to?
Dr. McKay: [singing] IN - VUL - NER - ABLE!

Dr. Beckett: He fainted.
Dr. McKay: Oh, there's got to be a better word.
Dr. Beckett: "Faint" is the proper medical term.
Dr. McKay: [defensively] I passed out from... manly... hunger.
Maj. Sheppard: Well, hang in there. [over radio] Dr. Weir, this is Sheppard. McKay's okay. He...uh...he fainted.
[Beckett grins]
Dr. McKay: Oh yeah, that's very sympathetic. Let's all mock the dying man.

Maj. Sheppard: McKay will come up with something.
Dr. McKay: I will try, but despite what you all may think, I am not Superman.
[Sheppard looks around]
Maj. Sheppard: Was anyone seriously thinking that?
[Weir, Teyla and the other scientist shake their heads 'No']
Lt. Ford: No sir.
Dr. Zelenka: Never.

Dr. McKay: The puddlejumper they escaped in must have been some sort of a time machine; had to have an additional component built into it.
Maj. Sheppard: Flux capacitor!

[Ford is recording video messages of each expedition member to send home]
Dr. Beckett: What shall I say?
Lt. Ford: Uh…uh…"I miss you"? "I wish you were here"?
Dr. Beckett: I wish who was here?
Lt. Ford: I don't know. Who do you wish was here?
Dr. Beckett: Nobody! I wish I wasn't bloody here!

[Two white mice had been de-materialized, and re-materialized as black cinders]
Lt. Col. Sheppard: I'm no scientist, but those mice used to be a different color...

Dr. McKay: Why aren't you dead?
Lt. Col. Sheppard: [irked] It's good to see you too, Rodney.
Dr. McKay: No, no, I mean… well, you know what I mean. Why aren't you… dead?

Dr. Beckett: I think I may be missing something. Correct me if I'm wrong, but when the volcano erupts, don't we as well?
Dr. McKay: That's the plan!
Lt. Col. Sheppard: That's the plan?
Dr. McKay: That's the plan!
Lt. Col. Sheppard: That plan sucks!

Lt. Col. Sheppard: How're you doing with the weapons?
Dr. McKay: We couldn't hit the side of a barn.
Lt. Col. Sheppard: But hive ships are a hundred times bigger—
Dr. McKay: A giant, flying barn! We couldn't hit that!

[McKay has just been shot in the butt with an arrow.]
Dr. McKay: [screaming] That did not just happen!

[McKay has been shot with an arrow and is now full of morphine for the pain]
Dr. McKay: Excuse me, why am I lying here?
Dr. Beckett: You have an arrow, Rodney, in your gluteus maximus.
Dr. McKay: Well, that sounds painful. Gluteus maximus...glooo-tus maaa...ximus...oh my god, that's my ass, isn't it?!
Dr. Beckett: Aye.
Dr. Weir: Call me if he makes any sense.

[McKay is lying on his stomach to work on his computer]
Dr. McKay: You know, you really don't appreciate the simple things in life. Like… sitting.
Lt. Col. Sheppard: I don't envy you. It must be a real pain in the ass.
Dr. McKay: [rolling his eyes] Oh. How long d'you work on that?
Lt. Col. Sheppard: Longer than I care to admit.

[McKay is explaining what he's been doing for the past few years]
Jeannie: What have you gotten yourself involved in here, Meredith?
Lt. Col. Carter: Meredith?
Dr. McKay: It's a long story.
Jeannie: It's his name.
Lt. Col. Carter: Your name is Meredith McKay?
Dr. McKay: Meredith Rodney McKay, yes, but I prefer to go by "Rodney." Look, can we just stick to the point here? Look out the window. Much more interesting than my name.
Lt. Col. Carter: [grinning] Your name is Meredith?

Dr. McKay: You shot me!
Lt. Col. Sheppard: Yes, Rodney, I shot you, and I said I was sorry.
Ronon: You shot me, too.
Lt. Col. Sheppard: I’m sorry for shooting everyone!

I was reading over my old blog posts and this comment was on one:

Anonymous said...
Interesting blog. My site is about Lady Heather's House of Leather based in Vancouver. We cater to many different styles and have employees that can fulfill your desires and fantasies. Check it out and make an appointment.