Brother, can you spare a word?

[mylittleredgirl]

Please comment with one word. (Scrabble rules do not apply - the word can be a person, place, or slang.)

I will write a drabble-ish length reply. It might be fic, it might be original, it might be memory, might be, I don't know, a definition? A recipe? A made-up word origin?

I promised last night that I would make art every chance I get and am having a bit of a hard time getting started when hulu is right there with ten thousand shows I don't need to watch.

Help? :)

(p.s. if you want to do this exercise too, I promise to give you a word!)

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Daft - sort of SG1

[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

Phil spent the first few years of the millennium acing high school chemistry and biology and physics, drawing pencil renderings of Daft Punk in robot helmets, and himself with no face. He liked the idea that the drugs were killing his brain. He did his best not to go to college, not to think about the ideas and patterns that leapt into his mind with intense certainty – things like universal constants, the conditions required for cold fusion, the permeable nature of the speed of light. The thoughts grabbed him like a hand around his neck, squeezing, and he never really slept.

He wrote his theories anonymously on the internet, hoping someone else, some desperate post-grad somewhere, would discover them and take them away from him.

Instead, an air force officer called him. She talked about space travel.