Request, and a funny story

So first, we have the part where I'm demanding:

Who wants to beta? (not you, riverlight, I know you're busy). It's SGA, surprise-surprise! About 2400 words right now, although it's not quite done yet; I know pretty much where it's going, but I need to get some sleep before I can get it there. It's teamfic, and by teamfic I mean team kissing porn, which, yes, would be a foursome. And, um. Aliens make them do it? Except that, really, no. It's not that story. It's the story about how there isn't any kissing in the Pegasus Galaxy. (and aliens make them demonstrate, for quantities of 'alien'='Ronon Dex')

So, any takers? It won't be really finished until tomorrow afternoon or so, and I'm not too demanding in terms of turnaround time. If you dig, drop me a line with your info in the comments—if it's in the next half hour or so, I can even send you what I've got so far before I crash tonight, but if not, I'll email it you in the morning.

And now the funny:

Work is kind of awesome, sometimes, like when we talk about dying and read sex books together, but sometimes it kind of sucks. One such time was today, when I had to sort a bunch of forms according to what member of the senior staff needed to see them. For an hour. Suck, suck, suck, especially when you're already tired and fuzzy and not at all inclined to read things.

But the senior staff are identified by three-letter codes, which I presume are their initials? And one of the people I had forms for today was JPF.

And verily, I say unto you all: I spent at least five minutes staring at the form, trying to figure out what JPF stood for. I mean, you've got your Real Person Fiction, and your Fictional Person Fiction, and then...Jupiter Person Fiction? Jewish Person Fiction? Jittery Person Fiction?

Oh, life. You resemble crack quite nicely.