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Dr. Daniel Jackson turns 43 today, and he's gone years now without dying even once! Well done, that man. :)We are celebrating the auspicious occasion with SG-1 Gen Fic Day! Comment to this post with a drabble or commentfic; link to a longer story; recommend a favorite fic, whether it's new and shiny or a well-loved classic; post part of your current WIP. Anything goes, as long as it's gen and related to SG-1! I'll post an organized round-up of all the links on Wednesday.
If you're one of the twenty-six wonderful authors who are helping cater the party with a generous serving of Teal'c Alphabet Soup, please follow the instructions detailed under the LJ cut.
Hurray for gen fic, and SG-1!
How to serve Teal'c Alphabet Soup
In the subject line of your comment, type the title of your ficlet: A is for Apophis, I is for Ice Cream, and so on. If you are posting on behalf of the author, please include the author's name in the subject line as well.
If your ficlet is too long for a single comment, you have two options:
1. Reply to your first comment with the second (or third) half so that readers can follow it easily.
2. Post your ficlet in its entirety on your own LJ, but add a comment to this post with the name of the ficlet in the subject line, a line or paragraph or summary in the main body of the message, and a direct link to the post on your own LJ.
Tomorrow, together with the round-up Gen Fic Day post, I will also post the complete anthology of Teal'c Alphabet Soup. Stories that are below a certain word length will be included in their entirety; longer fics will be excerpted, with links to the complete fic in the author's LJ. This is due to posting constraints, to get all 26 stories in a single post.
Whether or not your ficlet will be included in its entirety, I strongly recommend that you repost it on your own LJ for archiving and feedback purposes. The anthology post will include links to each author's LJ post.
Thanks for your contributions, and helping us celebrate Teal'c, Daniel, and the rest of SG-1!
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A is for Age, by Purpleshrub
Teal'c rarely had the occasion to see elderly humans, surrounded as he was by his fellow warriors at the SGC. They lacked the wealth of personal experience that he had, but they were not children by any means.
Certainly they were impressed by his age, but the Tau'ri were more concerned with birthdays anyway. And while Teal'c appreciated the gifts he received, he had always privately felt there were accomplishments more worthy of celebration than simply surviving another year.
When Major Ferretti invited SG-1 to such a celebration, Teal'c was disinclined to attend. However, when Major Ferretti told them, "She's my great-grandmum Pauline and she's turning 1-0-8," Teal'c's interest was piqued. He had never met a human older than himself before.
He was amazed by how frail she was, sweaters and blankets piled about her despite the heat of the day, spidery veins clearly visible on her thin, aged skin.
"Grandmum," said Major Ferretti, "these are my friends, General O'Neill—"
"Call me Jack," said O'Neill.
"My boy's name is Jack," said the woman with a smile.
"Lieutenant-Colonel Carter—"
"Pleased to meet you," Carter said. She did not shake hands as the Tau'ri customarily did, just rested one hand upon the old woman's.
The woman looked less impressed. "And your husband stays home, I suppose? Is this him?"
Daniel Jackson offered, "Just another friend. And it's an honor. Lou said you might be willing to share some events from your life—"
But her gaze had shifted beyond Daniel Jackson, and found Teal'c. "Who's the darkie?"
Teal'c's companions fell silent. He sensed their discomfort, but as he met the elder's gaze, it was not important. "I am Murray. Your progeny brings you honor." He nodded to her, a gesture of respect.
She frowned. "You fight together?"
"Indeed."
She looked at him carefully over her glasses, and smiled again. "Well you look after him then, that boy is a little hellion. Just the other week he ran some poor girl's knickers up the school flagpole!"
His teammates were smiling now, and Ferretti was bright red. "Grandmum, that was over twenty years ago!"
Twenty years was scarcely a drop of time to Teal'c or to Pauline. No wonder the Tau'ri forgot some grudges so quickly, no wonder their history disappeared into time forgotten with such ease. Already the inventions of motorized vehicles, movies and flight were two or three generations past. Already the year of Teal'c's birth was so far distant, it might as well have been light-years away.
No surprise then, that the Tau'ri were a people of fire and wonder and exploration. Like the candles of his Kel'no'reem, they burned too brightly to last for long.
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B is for Beauty, by Yvi
Teal'c often remembers the beauty he has left behind: the fields of Chulak, the gentle curves of his wife's body, the first rays of sunlight reflecting on his still sleeping son's face. He misses these things.
There are beautiful things on Earth, he has seen them on the television screen in his spartan quarters. Big oceans with strange, majestic animals; yellow and brown deserts that go on forever; buildings that seem taller than Goa'uld motherships, but are made of glass and steel and appear vulnerable, yet are strong. He wants to go outside and explore this beautiful world, but he has to to patient.
In all his years, Teal'c never lost the sense of wonder that all creatures possess, he just hid it deep within hin. The Goa'uld do not encourage curiosity and Teal'c conformed to this. But hidden isn't lost and so it lies in his heart, waiting to get out when he is done with his mission. When the Jaffa are freed, he will have time for beauty again.
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D is for Daniel (http://randomfreshink.livejournal.com/20621.html)
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Early S1: post Enemies
One day of freedom--Teal'c had had that much among the Tau'ri. But today the loss of Major Kawalsky to a Goa'uld had been marked by their rituals, and Teal'c was not surprised when three soldiers closed on his flank, with three more in the narrow, gray hallway before him.
To story... (http://randomfreshink.livejournal.com/20621.html)
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J is for Jello
Cam's distracted for a minute by Vala's request, and he turns around as he hears the ball drop into the basket behind him. He tries glaring at Teal'c, but Teal'c just raises an eyebrow, and after a minute, he gives up.
"Do you even know the rules?" he asks, and it's not like it really matters; Vala doesn't exactly seem the type to let rules get in the way.
"Of course I do," she says, and Cam shakes his head; she's not as good a liar as she thinks she is.
"I will assist you," Teal'c offers, and Cam glares again. Teal'c looks deliberately stoic.
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Five times Teal'c and Vala cheated (http://amidalashari.livejournal.com/95879.html)
M is for Ma'chello
Teal’c might have admired Ma’chello, but he did not.
Ma’chello had been twisted by his long struggle, his great losses. He thought no more for the victims of his schemes than the Goa’uld. Twice, Ma’chello had almost taken Daniel Jackson’s life from him.
Once, it was by stealing Daniel Jackson’s body. Ma’chello thought to keep it; to claim a new life as a reward for his battles, as though Daniel Jackson’s life had no meaning. To keep it like a Goa’uld stealing the body of the host, like a parasite.
The second time was after Ma’chello’s death. His device had stolen Daniel Jackson’s sanity. His life was lost to the prison that the Tauri called a ‘psychiatric facility’, his clever mind in ruins.
The device had left Daniel Jackson to attack his symbiote. Teal’c was grateful for this, although he, himself, had almost died. Had it not, Daniel Jackson would have remained a captive in that prison; never again free, never able to tell of history, ideas, and adventure.
There had been no dishonor in Ma’chello’s goal, but there was great dishonor in his methods. Teal’c knew this to be true.
If Ma’chello had taken Daniel Jackson’s life, Teal’c would not be preparing for this day’s task. He looked forward to it greatly.
Teal’c put on his hat, pulling the brim low on his forehead, hiding the mark of Apophis. He was ready; soon Daniel Jackson would arrive.
Today, he would buy a ‘birthday present’ for his friend. Not one acquired for him or that he had been told was welcome, but one that he would choose himself. Teal’c knew where to obtain this gift. It must be a bookstore. He would pick a fine book that spoke to him of Daniel Jackson; of strange and wonderful places, of great knowledge, of humanity and exploration.
Daniel Jackson did not know the true purpose of this errand. Teal’c would not tell him. He wished to see the expressions on his teammate’s face as he showed him books of interest. When he found one that produced the response he desired, he would purchase it. He would say, “This is for you, Daniel Jackson. Happy Birthday.”
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Checking Up
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Daniel Jackson visits O'Neill's Clone
Janet Fraiser's Five Worst Nightmares
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I wrote this for this week's Five Things, figured I might as well post it here, too, what with it being Gen and all.
Of Ruins and Soldiers
Not New, but rewritten (much better, I think)and unposted anywhere, so that's sort of new...
Teal'c and Daniel at some ruins. From a Friendficathon prompt, but unsubmitted.
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Y is for Yield
He would not yield, and yet life had broken him and forced him to yield to many things.
He had spent most of his life refusing to yield, his commitment, pride and determination would allow nothing else, and yet he was a broken man. Broken by those around him, broken by trust, love, wonderment, joy and hope. Broken by things he had not believed in for many years, trust was hard earned and given to few, love was sparse very rarely true, wonderment joy and hope simply did not exist except in the deepest recesses of his mind and heart, recesses that he didn't even know existed.
The rest here (http://uniquinum.livejournal.com/66461.html#cutid1) at my journal.
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A banner inspired by Rigel_7
Southpark SG-1
(Oh God, I love the South Park Generator!)
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And Teal'c, too, natch.
Adorably done!
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U is for Undomesticated Equines, by Maeve Bran
Author: Maeve Bran
Raiting: PG-13
Notes: For SG1 Gen fic day Teal'c Alphabet Soup.Spoilers for episode 4.3 “Reunion”of Stargate Atlantis.
Summary: Teal'c will do anything for his friends.
Word Count:981
Teal'c sat in his room Kel'no'reeming and reflecting on Colonel Samantha Carter's recent departure for Atlantis. He had assured her that undomesticated equines wouldn't keep him from visiting her. It was not the first time he had used that phrase as an emphasis of his friendship, nor likely would it be the last.
the rest is here (http://maevebran.livejournal.com/121747.html)
H is for Hair
T is for Tabloid
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R is for Ry'ac
O’Neill had excused himself to what he smilingly insisted on referring to as the “Little Boys’ Room”, leaving Teal’c standing in the crowd. The mass of shoppers flowed around him like a stream. O’Neill had warned him that Saturday afternoon was busy here at the mall, but Teal’c did not find crowds a source of discomfort.
His hands clasped loosely behind his back, he glanced at the sacks of clothing and candles and magazines that were piled on the bench and floor beside him. His instinct earlier had been to reach for them all, to carry them for O’Neill, but he had stopped himself before either acting or asking. He was not a servant. O’Neill was his commander, but not his master. It was good to remind himself of that, to say that over and over. Daily he weighed the cost, but he could, at last, say to himself, “I live free,” instead of vowing only, as Bra’tac had taught him, to die free.
He glanced around the wide hall, with its tiled floor, its skylights and potted bushes and small trees and masses of people. His clothing was appropriate. The unfamiliar winter cap was tight and scratchy against his head. People on this planet rarely wore cloaks or hoods, which would have felt more familiar to him, but the familiar was something Teal’c was entirely able to sacrifice. Near the benches where he stood, there was the bookstore, and a clothing store for females, and the next window of floor-to-ceiling glass did not seem to be a store. He looked more closely.
Inside, behind the glass, a dozen boys formed a moving, untidy line. They all were dressed identically in white, with sashes of different colors. A man stood before them, holding out a padded training paddle, which they kicked, one by one. The man offered a word or a nod to each. Sometimes, smiling, he whacked one gently on the head, undoubtedly for some trivial offense.
As Teal’c watched, a memory intruded -- a small, eager-faced boy, too small for the discipline of lok’nel, but interested anyway in anything and everything his father did. Teal’c had cut a child’s-height staff for him from a tree branch, and they had spent precious afternoons playing at practice, the hours rolling by like minutes on that green lawn, under the warm, fast-setting sun.
“Hey.” O’Neill’s voice, at his shoulder. Teal’c turned. The colonel had his hands in his pockets. He frowned a little, searching Teal’c’s face, and then turned to look where Teal’c had looked. “Karate class. That’s a Japanese word; it’s one of what we call the martial arts.” O’Neill turned and began to pick up the sacks containing his purchases. Teal’c moved to do the same. Their loads were approximately equal, he noted.
“We can hit that barbecue place I was telling you about next. Unless you want to hang out for a while.” O’Neill’s lip curled a little in what Teal’c had learned was the beginning of his smile. “If you’re interested in karate.”
“It is nothing,” Teal’c replied, settling the thin plastic handles in his grip. He turned away from the boys’ intent faces, prepared to let O’Neill lead the way to the next destination.
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This is a week or so old, but I did write gen fic for
L is for Loyalty
The first lesson Teal’c learned about loyalty was that it was owed to his god, as one who cared for his worshippers, who was pleased with the service of his loyal Jaffa. Teal’c’s loyalty carried him to his place as First Prime, but barely lasted beyond his first battle as commander. He could not be loyal to one who squandered lives.
Teal’c’s second lesson in loyalty was that it was expected by one such as Bra’tac. If you had the honor of his tutelage, you accepted praise and rebuke with the same spirit. To do less would dishonor the man who was your teacher.
Teal’c’s third lesson in loyalty was that as much as you might wish to offer it to an equal, he would not accept it until it was earned. O’Neill’s fierce defense on Teal’c’s behalf against the NID earned Teal’c’s loyalty long before O’Neill was willing to look at his own reflection and not find himself wanting.
From the rest of SG-1, Teal’c learned what he believes may be the final lesson of loyalty: that in its truest form, it is returned to you far more valuable than in its original offering. It is molten, tested, and purified in the hands of a man who fires an alien weapon to destroy the tool which could save his wife, to save his wife’s kidnapper instead. It is burnished to a shine by the unstinting friendship of a woman whose worldview is entirely other, but whose acceptance and capacity for trust are near boundless.
Loyalty, in this form, defies odds and authorities, saves worlds and individuals, is never accepted without a return. On SG-1, Teal’c realizes, loyalty works remarkably like love.
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That says it all, doesn't it? And really points out that the "loyalty" that Apophis demands is not loyalty at all.
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2 extra Teal'c ficlets
Gen drabble/Love letter to Daniel, rated PG
HOLY CRAP
I thought I knew this place.
I admit, I’ve only been assigned to the SGC for eight months, and all of those’ve been in the post-Daniel Jackson era. But I’ve heard the stories, the legends. The minute I joined SG-19 I got the history lesson about how Dr. Jackson opened the Stargate when nobody else could figure it out. And heard the grisly story about his death.
And the hushed arguments over whether he was really dead or not. I figured he was, you know? He really did die, his body eaten away by radiation poisoning, even if something... unusual happened after that. ‘Ascended to a higher plane of existence.’ It’s quite a story, but you get used to that sort of thing around here real fast.
I mean, that actually wasn’t the weirdest thing I ever heard while eating lunch, you know?
And then one day SG-1 comes back from a mission, and whispers start to swirl around the base and guys I’ve been working with and passing in the hallways every day have got this look on their faces.
Hope, I guess. I don’t know what else to call it.
One man really can make all the difference.
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And this line: I mean, that actually wasn’t the weirdest thing I ever heard while eating lunch, you know?
I can well imagine. :)
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Z is for Zat'(some'thing)
“Remember when three shots from a zat used to make things disappear?” Daniel commented suddenly.
“Yeah, why did that change?” Jack said.
Jack and Daniel looked at Sam, who shrugged. All three turned to Teal’c.
Teal’c’s stoic exterior covered his rapid thinking. After some consideration, he adopted an air of confusion. “Zat’nik’tel’s have never made things disappear,” he said.
“Yes they did,” Daniel answered.
“You are mistaken Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said firmly.
“No,” Jack said. “I distinctly remember a time when three shots from a zat made things disappear.”
“You are mistaken,” Teal’c said again. He spoke with such assurance that the others began to look uncertain.
“Carter, you remember a time when zats disintegrated things, right?” Jack asked incredulously.
“Yes I do.”
“Any explanations?”
“No. I’ve wondered about this too.”
“Zats have never made things vanish,” Teal’c reiterated.
“All three of us are wrong?” Jack demanded.
“Indeed.”
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Full story to be found here (http://suzannemarie.livejournal.com/175369.html)
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W is for Worship
There were many doubts in Teal'c's mind, confusing whirls of patterns of words uttered by Apophis, his lord, that clashed and clattered against other smooth lies he'd heard the god tell the other Divine Ones. Usurpers, he knew, and worthy only to be crushed under Apophis' foot. Still, if a god lied to another god, how could his words be trusted?
Teal'c was yet young. He shook off the questions, but kept them hidden in his heart, averted his eyes as was only proper.
You shall kneel in the presence of your master, your lord, your god.
Even as First Prime, first among Apophis' Jaffa, Teal'c bent his knee innumerable times. He forced his body into an obeisance he no longer felt, kept his secrets carefully restrained. Even a human slave could be crafty, dangerous, and Apophis was no slave, no fool, and wary of even his most trusted and loyal servant.
He would bide his time, wait for the right moment, and make his move.
You shall dwell on the glory of your lord and rejoice in his favor.
His house a ruin. His wife and son banished to exile. His fate thrown in with aliens and strangers.
Had he made the right decision? At this moment, he was almost sure he had not, and yet there still remained the same feeling that had prompted him to take up his staff weapon against his brothers. He had already seen confirmation of Apophis's fallibility, his weakness and futile attempts to control what was beyond his reach. The Nox had easily evaded all of Apophis's clumsy maneuvers, and he was certain that there would be a way to defeat him entirely, someday.
No. He had chosen right. Now he must bear the consequences and try to set this right.
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Cordiform (C is for Caring)
Teal'c accepted the card with an inclination of his head and regarded it seriously. The card itself was red, and it had been decorated with several pink shapes--hearts, he believed, though he assumed the shape to be symbolic only: it bore no resemblance to that of the organ.
"It's sort of a tradition," Captain Carter explained when he continued to examine the Valentine. "Today's a holiday, Valentine's Day. It was named after an early Christian saint--Daniel could probably explain that part better than I can--but on Valentine's Day, it's traditional to give cards like these to family and friends."
"The heart is used to denote affection in your culture, is it not?" Teal'c inquired.
"Yeah," Captain Carter grinned at him. He noted that she still held her own Valentine from Cassandra Frasier. It was adorned with another heart shape that shimmered with a rainbow of colors when it caught the light.
Teal'c considered his Valentine for another minute, then asked, "Captain Carter, I would like to request a favor of you."
"Sure, Teal'c," she replied, though her expression conveyed confusion.
"I would like to obtain the materials necessary for the construction of a Valentine for Cassandra Frasier."
"Oh." Captain Carter blinked and her look of confusion became a smile. "I think I have some cardstock in my office, and I might be able to find some colored pens or something." Her smile deepened to an expression of genuine enthusiasm. "I'll show you a really easy way to make heart shapes by folding a paper in half."
"I would appreciate the assistance." Teal'c inclined his head again, and paused uncertainly for a moment before adding, "Would it also be possible to procure a means of creating a heart like this one?" He indicated the Valentine in her hand.
Captain Carter looked from her Valentine to Teal'c's own for a moment, confusion once again dominating her expression. Then she smiled again in comprehension. "Oh, you mean glitter," she said. She tilted her head in consideration. "There's a craft supply store in town, I could..."
"I do not wish to inconvenience you, Captain Carter," Teal'c interjected, hoping that he had not made her feel obligated to assist him.
"No, it's okay, I'm off-duty in a couple hours and you'll need glue, anyway. You wouldn't think an entire government installation worth billions of dollars could exist without someone having a bottle of Elmer's at their desk, but the last time I needed paper glue...and while I'm there I might as well get colored paper..." her voice trailed off as she began to wander away from him, wearing the expression she most often displayed when encountering a puzzle offworld.
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Some hours later, there was a knock on the door of his quarters, and he opened it to admit a grinning Captain Carter, carrying a paper bag.
"They had twelve kinds of glitter. I got you four, because I wasn't sure which one you'd like best."
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The next morning, Doctor Frasier received two Valentines with genuine appreciation. She assured him that Valentines could still be given a day after the holiday, and that she would convey the one intended for Cassandra Frasier home.
Daniel Jackson thanked Teal'c pleasantly for the Valentine affixed to his locker door, his smile only slightly bemused. Teal'c accepted his thanks with a nod.
Captain Carter chuckled when she encountered him in a hallway, saying, "I see you kept going after I left yesterday. Thanks for the card, Teal'c, it was sweet."
O'Neill's only comment on the subject was, "Went a little nuts with the multi-colored glitter, didn't ya?" but Teal'c understood this to mean that he appreciated and returned the sentiments represented.
On my LJ: http://kalquessa.livejournal.com/567025.html
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K is for Kheb
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They spread out as they walked through the trees toward the temple. Once Bra'tac and Teal'c had pulled slightly ahead of the others, Teal'c asked, "Was it your father who taught you to track, Master?"
"My father hunted as a boy," Bra'tac said. "He learned to track animals, and found the skills even more useful when hunting more dangerous prey."
"He was a warrior, was he not?" Teal'c said.
"He died in battle when I was still young," Bra'tac said. "He gained a great victory over Heru-ur. Apophis took me into his service in his place, as a reward for my father's service." He smiled humorlessly. "He did not know how little love my father bore him. His lack of insight told me that all my father had taught me of the Goa'uld was truth."
"And he told you of Kheb?"
"He told me that a Jaffa's body might belong to the Goa'uld, but his calak was his own," Bra'tac said softly. "I think he would have sought Kheb himself, had he lived."
Teal'c hesitated a moment, then asked the question he had been working toward. "What did you mean, that if this is Kheb, the time of your ending may be at hand?"
Bra'tac paused to scan the ground ahead, then moved forward. "You have always been a practical man, Teal'c. You have never had much regard for religion."
Teal'c frowned. "It was you who taught me the folly of worshiping false gods."
The older Jaffa slowed and gave him a reproving look. "You allied with Apophis to seek revenge on Chronus. I did not need to teach you to rebel, Teal'c, you already believed you had the right to rebuke a god."
The thought was a new one and Teal'c considered it gravely. "It had not occurred to me in that light," he confessed. "But it is true I expected more from gods than the Goa'uld could provide."
"Yet even though the Goa'uld are not gods, yet we still have our calaks, do we not?" Bra'tac gave him a strangely penetrating look. "Or do you not believe in the calak, Teal'c?"
Teal'c hesitated, "I do not know, Master." Teal'c had been raised to believe in the godhood of the Goa'uld, and then rejected those beliefs. He had never wasted much consideration on Jaffa legend.
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To read the (kind of long) fic in its entirety, see Kheb: The Ways of Enlightenment (http://redbyrd-sgfic.livejournal.com/34941.html).