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Was doing great until I wrote this just now:
"He walked up to the two women who seemed to be chatting amiably. 'Excuse me, do either of you have any [techno babble] or [gizmos] of any kind? I'm going to try to boost the signal on the shuttle's emergency beacon.'
The two women looked at each other and the older of them shrugged. 'No, I'm sorry,' she said, 'I don't have anything.'
'Okay, thanks anyway,' he said, and continued past them. Why hadn't anyone brought anything _useful_? Was he really the only human being who carried a utility tool with him at all times?"
WHAT. No, MacGyver, get out of my story! And you too, Doctor. I'm already fighting off the priestess from Battlestar Galactica (see last entry). I don't know whether to laugh or facepalm.
"He walked up to the two women who seemed to be chatting amiably. 'Excuse me, do either of you have any [techno babble] or [gizmos] of any kind? I'm going to try to boost the signal on the shuttle's emergency beacon.'
The two women looked at each other and the older of them shrugged. 'No, I'm sorry,' she said, 'I don't have anything.'
'Okay, thanks anyway,' he said, and continued past them. Why hadn't anyone brought anything _useful_? Was he really the only human being who carried a utility tool with him at all times?"
WHAT. No, MacGyver, get out of my story! And you too, Doctor. I'm already fighting off the priestess from Battlestar Galactica (see last entry). I don't know whether to laugh or facepalm.
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