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Bah. By the time I got home from work, answered other emails and did some work on the conflikt songbook this week, I had no energy left to even think about the Snowflake Challenge. I just wanted to read a little bit and then go to bed. But I'm working on catching up tonight!

Day 4
Comment to someone you haven't ever interacted with before or introduce yourself to someone you've interacted with and friend/follow them.


HA! I actually did this one several times this week. I read some stuff by people I've never read before and left comments - DONE!


Day 5
In your own space, talk about your fannish origin story. How did you come to fandom, why did you choose your fannish name, do you have more than one secret identity?



My Fannish Origin Story

I've always liked hearing about how people ended up in fandom. I have theories on what draw people in; I think there are some interesting generational things that you see in different eras of fandom, but that's an entirely different topic.

I a couple years ago I posted about My (sometimes fickle) love affair with Imaginary Characters. It's a recounting of my TV boyfriends through the years, and my (at that time) fervent obsession with John and Rodney. That hasn't really changed much since then, actually. Sadly, the number of people writing SGA *has* dropped off a lot, which is not unexpected. That is, however, a topic for another time.

My fannish origin story is pretty much my LJ bio. But as I realize people don't always read bios, Let me put it here:

I spent my formative years in northern Manitoba where three things made a lasting impression on me; turning into an icicle while walking to school in the winter cold; playing tag till almost 10 PM on long July evenings when dusk stretched on forever; the breathtaking wonder of the aurora borealis as they danced across the sky, the most amazing light show on Earth, right in my backyard. The last one convinced me I needed to be an astronaut when I grew up.

Once past the disappointment of learning NASA didn't accept Canadian schoolgirls into the space program, I settled for the next best thing, and began to follow the adventures of Captain Kirk, Major Donald West, and Commander Koenig. In my teens, my mother remarried, and we relocated to a small prairie town with zero fannish influence, where SF&F was Just. Not. Cool. In spite of this, I managed to discover many more worlds and adventures through Robert Heinlein, Madeleine L'Engle, Anne McCaffrey, Spider Robinson and other great writers. I would like to thank small town librarians everywhere, who have been responsible for saving the sanity of geeks such as myself over the years. Eventually, I escaped the frozen wastelands and made my way to British Columbia. While you rarely see the Aurora Borealis this far south, the ocean and mountains more than make up for it. Plus, it's cool to watch tourists freak out about the "flying saucers" at night when Grouse's Nest lights up.

Three things made a big impression on me when I moved to the lower mainland. Winter only comes about once every 3 or 4 years; mountains are AWESOME; and, there are a lot of geeks and fans in the Pacific Northwest - the most amazing collection of like-minded people, right in my backyard. That last once convinced me that I was finally home.

Over the years, I've been fortunate enough to find (and be found by) musical fen and introduced to the really fantastically amazing thing known as filk. There were SONGS about my favourite BOOKS and TV SHOWS, and people even wanted ME to write some of my own! It was kind of like coming home all over again.

Like many other fen, I'm quite proud to be called a geek and a nerd. I'm doubly pleased when I am able to contribute back to fandom in various ways; over the years, I've run kidcons, hospitality suites, and filk rooms at various conventions such as VCON, Westercon, NONCON, Writercon and Conflikt. A few years back, I had the chance to co-chair an SF convention, where I discovered three things; I really am happier being a minion in charge of a department; Larry Niven likes filk and has a pretty decent tenor; filk music is really my favourite thing about cons - the most amazing group of fans, all right there for me to make harmonies with. That last one – well. If you're a filker, it’s not like I need to explain it to you.


If you're not a filker - seriously, why not? We need to talk. I'll hook you up. *grin*


Day 6
In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something.


Okay, just spun this off the top of my head, and outsideth3box kindly took a look at it to help catch the most obvious typos and spelling errors...

On AO3: Common Ground

On LJ:

Common Ground


Food is our common ground, a universal experience. -James Beard


"You sure you want to do that?"

Rodney sniffed at the plate full of what the cooks had served up as dinner and grimaced. "I thought I was," he muttered with trepidation. "I'm not so certain anymore."

John eyed Rodney's plate and suppressed a shudder. "It does look pretty nasty," he agreed. He'd been looking forward to trying the new meat they'd secured a trade agreement for, but it just didn't smell right.

Rodney finally took the mouthful and chewed for a moment. The look on his face made John very grateful he'd chosen to pass over the new entree. He'd learned through hard experience not to eat the suspicious smelling new things until there was corroborating testimony from other expedition members that said entree was actually edible. John watched Rodney drop his fork back onto his plate with apparent disgust.

"This is terrible," he announced as he folded his arms across his chest and scowled at the offending meal.

"It doesn't really look all that much different from the beef Stroganoff MRE's you love," John felt compelled to point out. He munched on a yellow not-carrot stick as Rodney continued to glare at his dinner, as if by willpower alone he might transform it into something edible. Or possibly, make it spontaneously combust by the power of his mind.

"Believe me, any resemblance between this glop and beef stroganoff is purely coincidental."
John nodded sagely. "And for this reason, I stick with sandwiches. It's hard to screw up bread, turkey and mayo." He illustrated his point by taking a large bite of his almost-turkey sandwich and chewing happily.

"This is actually amazingly bad," Rodney declared as picked up his fork to poke at the offending meal once more. "I mean, truly stellar levels of awful. I could cook better than this."

John blinked, blindsided by the sudden image of Rodney in an apron and chef's hat screaming at the kitchen staff. He cocked his head to one side "The thought of you in the kitchen is… well, disturbing to say the least."

Rodney huffed. "Oh, please, I've done my share of cooking. I had to learn when I went to school out of sheer self-preservation. -"

"You gonna eat that?" Ronon cut him off, dropping down in the seat beside McKay and grabbing the plate from in front of him before he could answer. John and Rodney both stared as Ronon began to wolf down the mess on the plate with obvious relish.

"Apparently whether I was or not is irrelevant," McKay muttered as he left the table to go and get a sandwich of his own.

John cocked an eyebrow at Ronon. "So, uhm… you like that, then?" he asked, giving the other man a dubious look.

"S'okay," Ronon mumbled around a mouthful of the slop. He chewed for a while and swallowed then looked at John seriously. "Broga's better if you bury the whole carcass in a fire pit and let it sit for a day. Gotta fill it with neesa fruit and spices to get rid of the gamey taste, then cover it with flat stones and build a fire on top. Do it early morning, when it's still dark and it'll be ready by evening. A whole village can eat for days after." He scooped up another forkful and grinned at Sheppard. "This is tough, but I haven't had broga in years." He crammed the slop in his mouth and let out a pleased sound.

Rodney came back to the table, sandwich in hand and slid back into his seat. "I can't believe you're eating that," he said as he unwrapped his sandwich.

"According to Ronon, it's not cooked properly," John told him. "It needs to stuffed with fruit and buried in the ground and then set on fire. Maybe he can give the cooks his recipe."

"Oohhhh, that makes sense, actually," Rodney nodded and turned to Ronon. "Really acidic fruit? Sharp and stingy?"

Ronon nodded. "Tastes kinda like pineapple."

"That actually sounds like it would be really tasty," Rodney mused as he bit into his own sandwich.

John scrunched up his face. "I dunno. Sounds like a massive breeding ground for bacteria."
Rodney shook his head. "Mm, no," he said as he swallowed his bite. "You have to let some kinds of meat age. Like beef, a good cut might be aged 28 days."

Ronon looked up from his meal. "Broga would rot if you left it that long."

"Well normally you age meat in a cold fridge," he said, rolling his eyes. "But, I'm thinking this is more like pork, and probably doesn't need as long." Rodney said before turning back to John. "Think pig roast. Sitting overnight, stuffed with acidic fruit probably makes the meat incredibly tender." His expression grew speculative. "I wonder if we could convince them to part with one of the smaller animals? We could take it to the mainland and roast it. Like a quality check, you know, for the good of the expedition."

John snorted at that. "Right, McKay. A team luau for the good of Atlantis." He stopped for a second and thought about it, then perked up at the thought. "Man, I could go for a luau," he said, memories of lomi salmon, roast pig and Mai Tais by the beach teasing him. He found himself wondering if they could make the Pegasus version of poi out of tormac.

"Well, that's great then!" Rodney enthused. "We'll just tell the cook we need-"

"Hold on there, buddy," John cut in, waving a hand at him. "How about I'll ask Woolsey about trying this out before you start commandeering chunks of the expedition's foodstuff, ok?"

He let out a chuckle at Rodney's crestfallen expression. He really was going to talk to Woolsey about trying it out – they'd been working hard to repair relationships with their trading partners since coming back to Pegasus. One of the recent trades they'd made was for 500 lbs of brogan, and if they didn't find a better way of preparing it, he wasn't going to be eating an ounce. And he'd be damned if everyone on Atlantis couldn't use a luau. They deserved a party after what they’d gone through to get home.




John relaxed back in his chair, a cup of ruus wine in his hands, and enjoyed the feeling of being well fed and in good company.

Woolsey had proved to be surprisingly amenable to the idea of a luau / broga roast. He'd taken the initiative of asking Teyla if she could speak with Halling about making it into an Atlantis and Athosian community event on the Athosian homeworld. The Athosians proved to be excited by the idea, and the entire village participated in digging a roasting pit and preparing a feast to accompany the broga. Ronon spent several hours with the cooks, explaining how to stuff the carcass and prepping the animal for roasting, before they finally dropped it in the pit. The Athosians had the fire going well before dawn the next morning.

It had turned into a wonderful, all-day event as groups of Atlanteans came over. There were impromptu games - “Seriously, Sheppard, you're trying to teach them how to play touch football again? You never give up.” - and storytelling - “If you try to retell one more horror movie as a scary story, I think the Athosians are going to ban you from future visits.” - and many other forms of entertainment all day long. And when the food was finally ready, it was a feast of epic proportions and felt like it would never end. John wasn't sure when he'd last felt so full.

Rodney meandered towards him, plate in hand, gnawing on a meat-covered bone.

“Jeeze, Rodney,” John laughed, shaking his head. “Where the hell are you putting it all? If I eat any more, I'll explode.”

“I'm pacing myself,” Rodney said as he settled in the chair beside him. “I can’t let Ronon beat me!”

“Hate to break it to you, Buddy, but Ronon is going to beat everyone here.” John glanced over to where Ronon was sitting at a table with several young Athosians, laughing and plowing through mountains of food. “You're asking for a coronary if you even try to keep up.”

“God, I know,” Rodney said as he dropped the bone on his plate and set it aside before slumping back in his chair. “This is the best food I've had since we came back to Pegasus. I just don't want to stop because it tastes amazing. But ugh,” he grimaced, then adjusted his belt. “I may never move again.”

“You'll move again,” John promised.

Rodney gave him a look. “I could be stuck here forever. I may die right in this spot.”

John just smiled and leaned back in his chair, head tilted back to look up at the stars. “I don’t think so.”

“Yeah?” Rodney challenged. “Why’s that?”

“Because I have a tub of Ben and Jerry’s back in my mini fridge.”

“Oh, you…”

“Chocolate Fudge Brownie.”

“Mother. Fucker,” Rodney swore quietly, but intensely, under his breath.

“Now, Rodney, is that anyway to talk to the man who is going to ply you with chocolate ice cream when we get back to Atlantis?”

“You're going to be the death of me,” he groaned as he made to lever himself out of the chair. John leaned over and set a hand on his arm.”

“Maybe a nap first, hmm?”

Rodney gave him a look that would reduce any of his scientists to screaming fits. John just yawned. “Just… digest a bit.” He let his hand fall from Rodney’s arm to settle on his thigh, thumb drawing little circles over the smooth muscle. “It'll be worth your while.”

After a moment more, Rodney conceded, settling back into the chair, his hand coming to settle over John's.. “I hate you,” he mumbled as his eyes drifted shut.

John set his wine down, then laced his fingers with Rodney’s as he let his eyes close as well. “Me too.”

Comments

( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
outsideth3box
Jan. 10th, 2015 10:29 am (UTC)
awesome post! And you already know that I love the ficlet. Thanks for letting me be a part of it.

{{{HUGS}}}
shaddyr
Jan. 12th, 2015 07:06 am (UTC)
Thanks, doll! *hugs*
starbuckssue
Jan. 10th, 2015 02:07 pm (UTC)
Just love this story, the perfect slice of Rodney/John, can it get any better than this.

You live in a beautiful part of the world. I've been to Vancouver a couple of times for conventions and visited around the area at the same time and British Columbia really is a lovely place. I'm glad you found your fandom place, having likeminded people close to me is something I wish I had too.

Edited at 2015-01-10 02:07 pm (UTC)
shaddyr
Jan. 12th, 2015 07:11 am (UTC)
I am so glad you enjoyed the fic!

Yes, Vancouver is a magical place (wait, that's Tahiti...) and the main reason I am sad the Stargate conventions stopped was because I got to meet so many cool SG1/SGA fans who came here for them.

But I do have my little fannish niche here, and have happily found people through fandom who have grown to be dear friends. I sincerely hope you find some like minded people in your neighborhood!
lazy_8s
Jan. 10th, 2015 02:51 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous! Sometimes, it's nice to just to see how they live without imminent danger/death invading their lives all the time. And, this fic didn't disappoint. :)

Loved it!
shaddyr
Jan. 12th, 2015 07:13 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you! They all deserve some downtime. It's important to have a time to relax and come together as community and break bread together.

I am happy to know you liked it!
enigmaticblues
Jan. 10th, 2015 03:52 pm (UTC)
God bless librarians, indeed. Books saved my life when I was a kid.

And that story was perfection. I love stories where they settle into Pegasus and (kinda) go native.
shaddyr
Jan. 12th, 2015 07:17 am (UTC)
Librarians are awesome and amazing. Just sayin'.

I'm glad you enjoyed the story! Hmmm, yeah the 'going native' stories are always interesting ones, I agree.
antares04a
Jan. 11th, 2015 10:08 am (UTC)
That's nice! It's great to them all so relaxed together.
shaddyr
Jan. 12th, 2015 07:17 am (UTC)
Thank you!
aka_niffer
Jan. 13th, 2015 04:33 am (UTC)
I love this little story. I have to agree, sometimes you don't want drama and angst (tho I do loves it) sometimes a "slice of life" and warm fuzzys are just what you need. I really like Ronon here, and his recipe for the broga. Sounds delish. I can just see Rodney trying to keep up with him food wise.

I really appreciate your bio. I am heartened to hear how you found your sanity saved by the excellent writers you mentioned. Yes, libraries have been my safe harbor too. And the great community in your are of the Pacific Northwest. I'm really glad you still like McShep. I've read most of your stories on wraithbaiit. I'm terribly fond of 'The Trouble with Kittens' and 'Ashes'

I live in a pretty isolated area, so the LJ community and AAOOO are pretty important to me, I really don't fit in anywhere else. 😐
shaddyr
Jan. 16th, 2015 06:15 am (UTC)
thank you! I am so happy everyone enjoyed the story - it's funny how a little thing I spun off for this fest did so well!

Ahh, being isolated SUCKS. I am sorry - I am glad that you have LJ and interweb fandom (yay AO3!). Man, I wish those things had been around when I was living in the small town hell hole I grew up in.
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