I mean, I generally have a strong will and can resist peer pressure -- right up until someone says "Come onnnnn". Exhibit A.
(I briefly thought about tracking down the actual posts where I was encouraged and then capitulated... but I'm not that bored)
So I'm bringing some essentials, including a notebook and digital voice recorder in case inspiration strikes me out in the middle of nowhere. Far more likely I'll be rushing home tomorrow night and hug and kiss my laptop and promise to never leave it again. I'd kiss the intarweb too, but if I have any sort of cell reception I'll probably be able to check my e-mail. I'd have a real problem if I was a technophobe.
Now... I know 3% seems like shockingly little... but think about it, I've passed the 1/39th marker. I've also spent a long time painfully researching the coolest bike1 to give John, and I gave Rodney an even cooler car. (And I might have been lying about one of those). I swear I haven't been procrastinating at all. I also swear that the cars/bikes have an actual purpose, just like my quest for pictures of Rodney in glasses. Actually, I think I'm going to employ some tactics I used during Nanowrimo to up my word count and focus a little more... starting next week.
1 - Actually, the coolest bike on the planet is this one, but I don't think he can afford the $500K price tag, alas.
A long time ago (two weeks ago), a mysterious blogger (greyias) pulled out a frying pan after being given access to pancake-in-a-can. Unfortunately, the anonymous blogger (greyias) was bored. Very bored. Unfortunately, that's how most bad ideas start. So she decided to make a Stargate.
Then after drawing a circle in said frying pan, she was still bored. So she decided to try something a little more complex:
It didn't go as planned. But our heroic blogger was not to be discouraged, so she tried again:
And yey, it was good. Then she decided to draw a smiley face, because she was happy:
Unfortunately she never was that good at drawing, and it became a very disgruntled pancake. So she dubbed it Rodney-cake. She decided that he needed a friend, especially since all of those normal pancakes on the plate were jealous of Rodney-cake's freedom of expression.
Thus, Shepcake was born:
Rodney-cake was horrified.
Ronon-cake was angry.
(Teyla-cake could not make an appearance due to maternity leave issues...)
And then the frying pan was getting rather hot and the steam was starting to burn certain people's arms, so
...and now I'm going to go disappear into the woods for a few days so everyone can conveniently forget I posted this.