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glasmalerei) wrote2009-10-21 11:37 pm
glasmalerei) wrote2009-10-21 11:37 pm
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Stupid bus. Took most of the day for the color to come in, but now it's turning all sorts of fun colors. v_v Pffffft. Looks like a stupid huge hickey on the knuckle of my thumb.
Caught up on SG:U. I remain amused by Dr. Rush. It's like you can almost SEE all of the experienced SG staff desperately thinking to themselves "oh god, I wish we had Dr. Jackson instead of the insane Scotsman", or "dear sweet jesus, why didn't they send us Dr. McKay instead of the insane Scotsman". Because of course Rush is incredibly lacking in comparison to the stellar legends that came before him. He's acerbic and bitchy and full of himself and demanding, he's self serving and not a team player (even McKay learned to be one eventually) and no matter how smart he is nobody trusts him half as far as they could throw him.
But then I step back and think about it from the 'reality' pov (ie, if SG was real and not in crazy TV land) and I laaaaaaugh. Because yeah. I'm sure all of the experienced SG staff are thinking that, because they know Dr. Jackson's saved the universe more times than anybody can count and he's come back from the dead and he's SG-freaking-1 and can do no wrong. And maybe everybody admits McKay's hell to work with but come ON, he's the savior of the Atlantis expedition, there's no Ancient system he hasn't fixed, and who else do you want around when you're stranded on an Ancient starship, even if he's got the social grace of a pissed off porcupine? And what do they have instead? An unproven self-proclaimed genius bitchy domineering Scotsman with authority problems. Woe woe is them.
Which is when I start laughing, because no. No. Really. They have no idea how good they've got it. Because Rush might be bitchy and impossible to work with and self-serving, but he's also unproven in comparison to the other two. And so long as Everett is conscious Rush can yell himself red in the face but he has no authority. He's not part of the chain of command, he has to relay everything through Everett or else really back it up with "stop that right now or you will DIE". He's running on 5+ days with no sleep while going cold-turkey off of caffeine and nicotine withdrawal and the Icarus crew think Rush is the worst thing they could have gotten? Oh you silly, silly kids.
'Cus yeah. Come on. Take off the semi-candy-coated goggles that come with TV land. Let's take a long hard look at Daniel Jackson after 10+ years spent on the front lines versus the Go'auld and the Ori. The man is NOT alright. He's held together with string and chewing gum and momentum. All of SG-1 is. And if he was there, with Jack back in the hotseat on Earth, there wouldn't even be a question of who was calling all of the shots and it wouldn't be Everett Young. Oh, maybe in lipservice, because Daniel hates being the one publicly in charge, but Jack knows damned well what Daniel is capable of and you can bet Everett would have standing orders that if Daniel said jump he himself had better be asking how high. (There might be a side order to shove food and water at Daniel in regular intervals, because Jack knows Daniel, but yeah. Everett Young would have been handed the manual of the Care and Feeding and Obeying of Doctor Jackson, because Doctor Jackson will pull your ass out of the fire. So suck it up, shut up, and appreciate it.)
Or, likewise, replace Rush with Rodney McKay. Who has spent years in another galaxy on a flagship gate team fighting aliens who will literally eat you for lunch. Who has, since his first days in Atlantis, grown into a well-based self confidence because he really is that damned good and he really can do all that, and knows how to shoot a gun besides. And he might bitch and whine which lulls you into thinking he's all bark and no bite, but god help you when you push him up against the line and force him to get down to business. And he's been in a high position of authority over numerous underlings for YEARS. The Icarus crew think Rush is a bitch? Oh, babies. Rodney McKay would eat you all for breakfast. Shredded. Your astrophysicist who can't stand up to Rush in a tearing tantrum would be crying like a little girl by the time McKay got done with him. And again, Jack may not personally be able to stand McKay, but he knows what Rodney can do. Sit down, shut up, and do exactly what the man tells you to. It might get you out of there alive.
Rush yells and bitches and attacks because there's nothing else he can do. He doesn't have the laurels to lean on yet and nobody's backing him. And you look at the faces of the experienced SG crew as they think to themselves "oh god, why couldn't we have Jackson? Why couldn't we have borrowed McKay?" and you realize there's a VAST difference between the people who actually know the men and the people who just know the legends. The legends are shiny and amazing and wow. The actual men would make Rush look like a little kid having a temper tantrum which, right now, is exactly what he is. I think I'm going to enjoy watching him grow. ^___^
(...now someone tell me that since I babbled all of that sort of maniacally at midnight, I therefore do NOT need to write any sort of fic based around it. ahem.)
Caught up on SG:U. I remain amused by Dr. Rush. It's like you can almost SEE all of the experienced SG staff desperately thinking to themselves "oh god, I wish we had Dr. Jackson instead of the insane Scotsman", or "dear sweet jesus, why didn't they send us Dr. McKay instead of the insane Scotsman". Because of course Rush is incredibly lacking in comparison to the stellar legends that came before him. He's acerbic and bitchy and full of himself and demanding, he's self serving and not a team player (even McKay learned to be one eventually) and no matter how smart he is nobody trusts him half as far as they could throw him.
But then I step back and think about it from the 'reality' pov (ie, if SG was real and not in crazy TV land) and I laaaaaaugh. Because yeah. I'm sure all of the experienced SG staff are thinking that, because they know Dr. Jackson's saved the universe more times than anybody can count and he's come back from the dead and he's SG-freaking-1 and can do no wrong. And maybe everybody admits McKay's hell to work with but come ON, he's the savior of the Atlantis expedition, there's no Ancient system he hasn't fixed, and who else do you want around when you're stranded on an Ancient starship, even if he's got the social grace of a pissed off porcupine? And what do they have instead? An unproven self-proclaimed genius bitchy domineering Scotsman with authority problems. Woe woe is them.
Which is when I start laughing, because no. No. Really. They have no idea how good they've got it. Because Rush might be bitchy and impossible to work with and self-serving, but he's also unproven in comparison to the other two. And so long as Everett is conscious Rush can yell himself red in the face but he has no authority. He's not part of the chain of command, he has to relay everything through Everett or else really back it up with "stop that right now or you will DIE". He's running on 5+ days with no sleep while going cold-turkey off of caffeine and nicotine withdrawal and the Icarus crew think Rush is the worst thing they could have gotten? Oh you silly, silly kids.
'Cus yeah. Come on. Take off the semi-candy-coated goggles that come with TV land. Let's take a long hard look at Daniel Jackson after 10+ years spent on the front lines versus the Go'auld and the Ori. The man is NOT alright. He's held together with string and chewing gum and momentum. All of SG-1 is. And if he was there, with Jack back in the hotseat on Earth, there wouldn't even be a question of who was calling all of the shots and it wouldn't be Everett Young. Oh, maybe in lipservice, because Daniel hates being the one publicly in charge, but Jack knows damned well what Daniel is capable of and you can bet Everett would have standing orders that if Daniel said jump he himself had better be asking how high. (There might be a side order to shove food and water at Daniel in regular intervals, because Jack knows Daniel, but yeah. Everett Young would have been handed the manual of the Care and Feeding and Obeying of Doctor Jackson, because Doctor Jackson will pull your ass out of the fire. So suck it up, shut up, and appreciate it.)
Or, likewise, replace Rush with Rodney McKay. Who has spent years in another galaxy on a flagship gate team fighting aliens who will literally eat you for lunch. Who has, since his first days in Atlantis, grown into a well-based self confidence because he really is that damned good and he really can do all that, and knows how to shoot a gun besides. And he might bitch and whine which lulls you into thinking he's all bark and no bite, but god help you when you push him up against the line and force him to get down to business. And he's been in a high position of authority over numerous underlings for YEARS. The Icarus crew think Rush is a bitch? Oh, babies. Rodney McKay would eat you all for breakfast. Shredded. Your astrophysicist who can't stand up to Rush in a tearing tantrum would be crying like a little girl by the time McKay got done with him. And again, Jack may not personally be able to stand McKay, but he knows what Rodney can do. Sit down, shut up, and do exactly what the man tells you to. It might get you out of there alive.
Rush yells and bitches and attacks because there's nothing else he can do. He doesn't have the laurels to lean on yet and nobody's backing him. And you look at the faces of the experienced SG crew as they think to themselves "oh god, why couldn't we have Jackson? Why couldn't we have borrowed McKay?" and you realize there's a VAST difference between the people who actually know the men and the people who just know the legends. The legends are shiny and amazing and wow. The actual men would make Rush look like a little kid having a temper tantrum which, right now, is exactly what he is. I think I'm going to enjoy watching him grow. ^___^
(...now someone tell me that since I babbled all of that sort of maniacally at midnight, I therefore do NOT need to write any sort of fic based around it. ahem.)