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this was my level of brain function this morning.
Seriously, this morning, in the year 2009, I had the following realization:
General Hammond totally approved putting Teal'c on SG-1 because he already knew Teal'c was supposed to be on the team. From 1969.
\o/?
In other news, next Tuesday at work we are scheduling an occasion where we will all order submarine sandwiches from a local place and eat them together while engaging in communal merriment and/or jollity. Which is great. Emblematic of my workplace's collective preoccupation with lunch and/or snacks, but great.
Except every time my coworker cheerfully announced that we're "having a sub party!" I twitched a little bit and reminded myself that, no, that is still not what she's talking about.
General Hammond totally approved putting Teal'c on SG-1 because he already knew Teal'c was supposed to be on the team. From 1969.
\o/?
In other news, next Tuesday at work we are scheduling an occasion where we will all order submarine sandwiches from a local place and eat them together while engaging in communal merriment and/or jollity. Which is great. Emblematic of my workplace's collective preoccupation with lunch and/or snacks, but great.
Except every time my coworker cheerfully announced that we're "having a sub party!" I twitched a little bit and reminded myself that, no, that is still not what she's talking about.
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