My sympathies. I am now at home, TWO AND A FUCKING HALF HOURS after I left work. Ahem. Please excuse me. The contrariness of the universe is getting to me a little.
This is true. And I might as well have stayed there, too, seeing as how -- [the rest of this rant has been deleted by the LJ Pointless Moaning Police].
I don't know. Do you think gall wasps spend all their time being galled about things? "Ooh," they say to each other. "Ooh, I am galled. Ooh, life is very galling, don't you think?" And the other wasps say, "Oh yes, it is galling. Very galling, I think. I'm exceedingly galled today." And that's sort of ... how they go on, you see. That's why Kinsey gave up on gall wasps and went on to .
Your icon reminds me that today I read a fic called Boris the Vampire Slayer. Sadly, I found it on Friends of Friends of Friends so I don't know where it is.
Oh yes, it was! Boris disovered he was the slayer and Michael Howard was head vampire or something. I was sneakily reading it while I was pretending to be doing something important. Let me see if I can find it for you....
And if so, would you object to sharing? If I could see him writhe about on stage wearing a cape and pilgrim hat at least once a year I wouldnt ask for more. Apart from when he is requested to swish his cape about his person before raising arms to the sky to extol how beautiful life is...a bit of that from time to time would be nice. Essential even.
I was laughing at the Viggo-meets-aliens story again last night. Fabulous story. but where are the aphid and table slash stories? They were a delight too.
Oh yes, and Shriney told me about Mary Sues!! What a fantastic term! Where did it come from? Was there a specific fiction or episode of The Waltons? I think I feel a google coming on.
Sadly I am not the secret Mrs Rufus Wainwright but if there were ever, in an awfully alternative universe, to be such a thing, and if by sheer bloody-minded weirdness, I were to be it, then of course I would allow you access to his cape-swishing-and-writhing activities (which are of course insanely fabulous, as we are lucky enough to know).
My God, was that all one sentence?
Thank you for continuing to be nice about my stories, Pouley, you are a treasure and my frail and withered ego thanks you. For one reason or another, I don't keep aphids or table slash on my website (come to think of it, I dunno why table slash isn't on there - it might as well be), but if you're really that desperate you can find them in my LJ Memories:
Thank you for that!!! Truly fabulous! If your ego could tap into your fandom it would explode with joy like the blowhole of a blue whale (but without the faintly cabbage-y aroma of cetacean breath)
youse fab, y'know
stalker poule x
ps; kidding about the stalker bit. Am not haughty enough to stalk about.
Oh, I meant to say I discovered the origin of the term 'drabble', but it's on my home computer. I shall post it for your delectation and perusal as soon as poss.
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3. 45
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The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
Hickory Dickory Dock
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and a merry old soul was he
he called for his pipe
and he called for his bowl
and he called for his fiddlers three
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how does your garden grow?
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argh.
::tap dances::
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Hello, Duckie!!
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*grumps*
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Go do something fun and exciting. Like sit on a bench in Civic Way.
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Not that libraries are not great, of course...
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Actually, you would be sitting on a bench on Civic Drive. But there you go...
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So there.
*GRUMP GRUMP GRUMP*
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*licks your icon*
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;)
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Your icon reminds me that today I read a fic called Boris the Vampire Slayer. Sadly, I found it on Friends of Friends of Friends so I don't know where it is.
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...Oh, well that wasn't too hard:
Boris the Vampire Slayer"
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hooray!
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ps: I'm a moron and it's dark in here omg.
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I was sorry to hear about your lightbulb incident. Have you got some candles? You could pretend you're from an earlier, simpler time. Or something.
Are you the secret Mrs Rufus Wainwright??...
(Anonymous) 2004-11-19 11:09 am (UTC)(link)I was laughing at the Viggo-meets-aliens story again last night. Fabulous story. but where are the aphid and table slash stories? They were a delight too.
Oh yes, and Shriney told me about Mary Sues!! What a fantastic term! Where did it come from? Was there a specific fiction or episode of The Waltons? I think I feel a google coming on.
love from
poule x
Re: Are you the secret Mrs Rufus Wainwright??...
My God, was that all one sentence?
Thank you for continuing to be nice about my stories, Pouley, you are a treasure and my frail and withered ego thanks you. For one reason or another, I don't keep aphids or table slash on my website (come to think of it, I dunno why table slash isn't on there - it might as well be), but if you're really that desperate you can find them in my LJ Memories:
Table slash
Aphids 1
Aphids 2
sex-life of curtains
(Anonymous) 2004-11-19 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)If your ego could tap into your fandom it would explode with joy like the blowhole of a blue whale (but without the faintly cabbage-y aroma of cetacean breath)
youse fab, y'know
stalker poule x
ps; kidding about the stalker bit. Am not haughty enough to stalk about.
Re: sex-life of curtains
Oh, I meant to say I discovered the origin of the term 'drabble', but it's on my home computer. I shall post it for your delectation and perusal as soon as poss.