[Doctor Jackson, in his element.  No spoilers.]

Aquarius (January 21 - February 18)
Today you will discover an ancient stone tablet on which mystic runes are carved. Oddly, when you find someone to translate them from Old Norse, it will turn out to be a collection of moose jokes.

"Doctor Jackson?  How goes the translation?"

"Uh… well.  It's going well."  Daniel gave a watery little grin which vanished when he spotted the group of people clustered behind the General.  He was holding an Asgard tablet in his hands, working away at what was looking to be like some highly non-technical writings.

"I trust the… new script is proving to be a refreshing change from the normal routine?"

"Yes… sir."  Daniel's eyes remained fixed on the new arrivals.  "Uh, General?"

Hammond, looked up at the archaeologist, who made a little gesture, pointing with his chin at the people who were now milling about the office, picking up and examining things.

"Ah."  Hammond put on his best 'formal' smile.  "Doctor Jackson, may I introduce some members of Senator Kinsey's budgetary committee.  They have been allowed somewhat limited access to the… less classified areas of the base."

"Oh.  And I'm…"  Daniel was at a loss as to how to ask when he got a 'non-classified' designation.

"It was determined that you could give us a brief overview of some of your work… respecting the restrictions of your classified ratings, of course."

"Of course."  Daniel gamely tried to keep up.

Hammond lowered his voice to a cautious whisper.  "You did get the memo on this, did you not?"

Daniel looked around at the wreck of his office, papers and books scattered everywhere.  "Ah… yes?"  It was probably there somewhere.  "Oh, no, no."  He was out of his seat in a flash, plucking a small vial from the unresisting fingers of a khaki-clad elderly woman.  He hesitated for a moment as she looked up at him with an air of injured pride.

"Poison."  He finally stuttered.  "Deadly.  Dead in seconds."  It had the desired effect as a half a dozen pairs of hands simultaneously released their grips on various objects around Daniel's office and were unceremoniously shoved into pockets.

"Why don't you give us a look at what you're translating, Doctor Jackson?"  Hammond spoke quickly, to cover any awkwardness.

Daniel pursed his lips.  "Oh.  Ah."

Hammond passed his the Asgard tablet.  "Lead us through this one, Doctor Jackson."

"This one?"

"Yes."

"Ah.  Well.  This is a script which is…"  Daniel ducked his head, looking at the General, the floor and the wall in short order before turning his eyes back to the script.  "A variant of ancient Norse."  It wasn't really a lie.

"What does it say?"  A tiny old woman leaned forward eagerly, making Daniel's eyes water with the overwhelming smell of her perfume.

"Say?"  He looked around again.  "Say.  Uh.  It's… it's poetry."

"Poetry."  The older lady cooed.  "Oh, read it to me."

Daniel flushed.  "I…  uh.  No.  No, I don't think so."

The woman sniffled miserably.  "But why not?"

"I…"  Daniel shot the General a look, pleading for help.

Hammond, ever aware of the needs of his people, caught on to it quickly.  "Ah.  This is one of the pieces you haven't quite finished translating."

"What?"  Daniel's face went blank, and then he nodded vigorously.  "Yes.  Yes, exactly.  If I read it now, it wouldn't… you know."

The elderly lady smiled and patted his arm.  "Of course, dear.  Do send me a copy of the translated text though."

Daniel nodded slowly.  "Alright."

"People, why don't we take this over to the commissary.  I'm sure you could all use a little refreshment?"

They started to nod as Hammond ushered them through the door.  Allowing the visitors time to gather in the hallway, Hammond turned back to Daniel, who had regained his composure.

"Better?"

"Yes, sir.  And… thank you."

"You have translated that, haven't you, son?"

"Oh, yes, sir."

"Not the technology we were hoping for?"

"No, sir."

"Poetry?"

"Of a sort, sir."

"Dirty limericks?"

A smile got away before Daniel could school his features.  He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the floor, still grinning.

"Yes, sir."