Battlestar Galactica Fic of a sort

This bit of extreme silliness was inspired by the post below, my unwillingness to do real life work, and wondering about exactly who the representatives of the press we keep seeing on Battlestar Galactica are. What if some of them were from trade publications?  Or company newsletter writers?

So without further ado, I bring you a crack report from Caprica's Heavy Machinery News on the latest news in the fleet.

Warning - Spoilers of a sort up to 2.6, I guess

<( ADAMA ONCE MORE RESTRICTS THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS: Valuable Heavy Machinery Neglected. )

Farscape Icons Search and Atlantis

So, supposing someone wanted an icon of blue priestess or Aeryn Sun where would she theoretically go? I'm not saying I'm an addict of Farscape or anything, but I wouldn't mind an icon.

And Crichton's old man pants are better than his orange NASA spacesuit, which makes him look like a human/orange hybrid. But as a mistaken wardrobe choice it is exceeded by Ronon's hideous brown jacket on Stargate Atlantis which resembles a road worker's outfit. Nothing wrong with that, but I keep expecting him to don a hard hat and start digging a road rather than growl and stab tables.