Fic: "They Didn't Teach This In Grad School" [SG-1, Daniel, humor]

I haven't written SG-1 fic or really even thought about the franchise in seriously like five years, so God only knows how much resemblance this actually bears to canon, or, for that matter, to graduate programs in archaeology. But I've pretty much written it for the lols, and because I wanted a story to go along with my icon.

(Since I'm teaching my students about plagiarism on Monday, I would be a hypocrite if I didn't mention that the idea for said icon is not mine. I saw a version of it, I think with a different picture and slightly different wording, many moons ago, but haven't seen it around since, so I made my own. Whoever came up with this icon idea, you're brilliant. :))

Title: They Didn't Teach This in Grad School
Author: icepixie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 358
Summary: "Sure, the freshmen he'd taught as a grad student might have murdered Middle Kingdom culture, the English language, and possibly his soul, but at least they hadn't been trying to murder him."

( Silliness )

The red lights in their chests had to be an homage to BSG, right?

Good day today. I planned out my lesson for Monday (when I am getting videotaped for observation purposes--I feel like I should be more nervous than I am), wrote a page on my thesis, spent thirty minutes writing the ficlet in the last post, and then watched I, Robot, which I had somehow managed to miss since it came out. I'm not quite sure why; I think perhaps I was abroad at the time? Anyway, it was so good! Yeah, there was some preachiness at the end, but until then, I was riveted. I'm making room for this sucker in my class next semester! I'm tempted to make them read one of the stories and do a comparison to the movie, but I've already got "The Last Question" on the list, and there's only so much Asimov I can stomach. (I really like TLQ, but mostly his prose stylings make me want to beat my head against a wall.) That would've worked brilliantly for my context unit this semester, though. Wish I'd thought of that.

My opinion of the movie may be somewhat influenced by the fact that Chi McBride, aka Emerson Cod, played a large supporting role, and he was totally channeling Emerson. Hee. As well, there may be the fact that the last three movies I've rented from Netflix--Little Miss Sunshine, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and The Science of Sleep have all been so bad that I couldn't even finish them. I've decided that I'm just not cut out to appreciate indie and/or French-inspired movies. I just end up wanting to throttle everyone in them. Give me my sci-fi films and romantic comedies. I am so bourgeois, I know.

But anyway, back to my good day--I just remembered that we gain an hour tonight. WOOT.

Finally, have some sheep, courtesy of my mom.