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u can has RDA

Iz easier catchin da little planez.
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From: katxander Date: 19th November 2012 16:03 (UTC) (Link)

The plane truth

If he has goggles for flying, are they zoom lenses??

****Running away****
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 19th November 2012 18:52 (UTC) (Link)

Re: The plane truth

They'd better be. *squints*
campylobacter From: campylobacter Date: 19th November 2012 17:27 (UTC) (Link)
If only the Pentagon were spending my tax dollars on cool space tech instead of killing people in other countries...
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 19th November 2012 20:34 (UTC) (Link)
Works for me!
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 20th November 2012 03:49 (UTC) (Link)

Men and Their Toys, Part 1 of 2

Two weeks after the change of command, Daniel went barreling into Jack's office from the briefing room, as usual without bothering to knock. He simply could not wait for the upcoming briefing to make Jack aware of how important the apparent field of menhirs could be to their understanding of Early Celtic archaeology. There were pixels suggestive of runes too, with their possibility of Asgard influence. Daniel was deathly afraid that Jack, seeing no obvious weaponry, getting Sam's report about the lack of detectable power sources - well, okay, being told by Sam that there were no detectable power sources, because Daniel's doubts about Jack reading the reports were even stronger now that his responsibilities had taken such a big step up - would decide that the planet wasn't worth SG-1's time and assign it another team, or worse still, pass it over.

Something was wrong. Jack's usual greeting - Don't you ever knock, Daniel? - was absent. He was sitting in the comfortable leather chair behind the big dark desk. Spread out on the blotter was a catalog, which Jack was perusing glumly, his left cheek resting on an upraised fist, looking as if it weighed more than it's weight in naquidah. With his right hand he listlessly flipped the pages.

"You lied, Daniel!" he said instead.

"I did not! When?"

"When you said if I became The Man I could do anything."

"Within reason."

"Yeah, well, it seems there's always a reason."

"So what is it you want to do?"

Jack waved his right hand listlessly about, in the general direction of his desk and one of the walls.

"Decorate, Daniel. I want to decorate."

This was puzzling, in view of the fact that when Teal'c, who was anticipating the possibility of having the Pentagon grant his request to live off base at last, had asked Jack for suggestions as to which magazines he should consult for decorating ideas, Jack had not been able to drop the matter into Daniel's lap fast enough. For all that Jack had opinions on shades like peridot and puce, and had a pretty nicely decorated home himself, it would seem that he found discussing decorating to be desperately unmanly, and likely to bring DADT sniffer dogs out of the grey concrete walls of the SGC.

Edited at 2012-11-20 03:51 (UTC)
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 20th November 2012 03:49 (UTC) (Link)

Men and Their Toys, Part 2 of 2

Daniel looked around at the flag, the file cabinets, and the bookcase full of carefully ordered volumes in matched sets that he doubted had changed, or even been moved, except to dust them, since General West had occupied the big leather chair. There was a scattering of photos from Jack's professional past to personalize the place, but nothing else.

"Considering some chintz curtains?" offered Daniel.

"No!" said Jack in tones of scandalized disgust. "If I was going to go for something like that, it would be blinds. Metal ones!" He tapped the catalog before him. "I want model planes."

Daniel cleaned his glasses on one of the tails of his BDU jacket, and reseated them. "And?" he inquired, waiting for an explanation. After all, this was one command in the Air Force that really wasn't all about the planes.

"Hammond had a really cool helicopter, where all the parts move, and you could open up the various hatches and see the little model engine, and --"

"Jack! You're a general!"

"Yeah. I got that. Got the parking space. Got the desk. Got the big comfy chair. Tragically, I also got the paperwork. Now I want the toys!"

"The toys."

"Yeah. Hammond's were sweet. Really fun to play with when I drew the duty and there wasn't much going on! George told me where to order from and I was really looking forward to picking out something cool."

"So what's stopping you?"

"The budget. Seems we lost so many X-302's over Antarctica that my decorating budget has been slashed to nothing. I can get a couple models for my desk, but nothing cool. No moving parts! No detachable stands. Nothing that can shoot anything. It sucks."

Yep. That clinched it for Daniel. Jack might be The Man, but he was clearly fifty-something going on ten. Still, it was a big change, this jump to General. It entailed adjustments and sacrifice. Jack needed a friend, and right now that was Daniel.

"Order what the budget allows, Jack. I'll find you a really cool model for Christmas, one with missiles and moving parts, and after you've assembled and painted it, you can bring it in and display it here."

"Yeah?" A rare, pleased, sweet smile.

"Yeah. Just give me a list of possibles. I wouldn't want to order you a Navy plane by accident."

"Eeewwww!" His patented bit-a-lemon face of utter disgust. Make that going on eight.

Then suddenly, it was over. Jack crisply flipped the cover of the catalog shut, and stood up, buttoning up his BDU shirt with its embroidered general's stars over the black t-shirt, and started heading out from behind the desk. He skirted around Daniel and through the door to the Briefing Room.

"Come along, then, Daniel! Let's get this briefing started. I haven't got all day. I'm The Man, remember?"

"Yeah," muttered Daniel "that's why you need more toys!"

"I heard that!"
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 20th November 2012 13:58 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Men and Their Toys, Part 2 of 2

Ha! Poor Jack!
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