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Forbidden Data
February 8, 2002
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Come and gone - there went our 3-month-a-versary, or quarter-year, or yeah. Surprising? I hope not. I expect many more: so just in case anyone asks if this thing, this webcomic relationship we've got going is serious, I say "yes." All the way. Or whatever. I'm gonna ride this bomb all the way down, as they say. ::blink:: Or a more pleasant metaphor that I can't think up now because my brain is stupid.
A little about today's strippage - it was admittedly birthed in my mind WAY long ago (read: about TWO YEARS) when someone-or-other's crafty persuasion lured me into that frightening lair of human desire, the Fan Fiction Site: this one was Star Wars. Let me tell you - you may think you encounter an avalanche of poo in everyday life, but this shit made any given Intro to Creative Writing class at Pooduck Community College seem like a bunch of dammed Nabokovs or Steinbecks or whatever. What I'm trying to say here is that I repeatedly encountered a bunch of steaming DOODIE - but I couldn't stop reading it. It was like crack... only POOP. Literary poop. My secret shame revealed. My cure was unfortunately stumbling upon a tale that posited Shmi Skywalker as having unrealized Force powers, the spirit of Qui-Gon Jinn teaching her how to use them - which made him grow increasingly more solid to her touch - and culminating in...
NOTE: Do not read the following if you:
a) don't wish to start screaming uncontrollably
b) dislike vomiting profusely
c) ever want to sleep again.
Don't say I didn't warn you...
...having SEX. With a GHOST. ::violent shudder:: And it described Shmi Skywalker pulling off her shirt... ::loud retching sound:: It was terrible, really awfully terrible, the kind that humbles nations and puts those in power in awe and fear. I'd like to emphasize that this pre-dates Scary Movie 2 by a good lot of years, and the idea of ghost sex ::twitch:: was handled as a perfectly NORMAL romantic thingy. Jesus. I don't think my eyes are *ever* going to stop feeling like they are on fire...
But now a good friend of mine - who shall remain unnamed, either to her dismay or perhaps pleasure, I don't know which - is into the rather *naughty* sections of X-Men fan fics... strictly for plot ideas, she tells me, and I believe her, but all the same... I can't believe but that one wouldn't find some moment or other that one "inadvertently" pauses over one of those sections in which something-or-other is described as "throbbing" or whatnot. I swear, people, that shit is WORSE than crack. DON'T START IT! It is only until you find your psyche scarred horribly for life that you make yourself stop once you're started down that path. Oh, *sure* - I may just write some fan fic myself, but I don't share that with just ANYbody... It's meticulous, and sculpted, and hey: it's *premium* stuff. We who seek to maybe one day write for a living are oft frightened to give anything of ours out to the public, even if it may be shit. But maybe that's just me, and I'm all weird and contradictory about that - one look at the writings featured on my personal website (which I beg you, judge kindly: I don't just employ Web Guy Josiah because I love him but ALSO because I don't know HTML from a hat full of assholes) will prove this.
Enough of all that. It be Friday, my peeps, and time for playtime. Go, my pretties, and enjoy yourselves - and be well and happy. Whoop.
You smell what I'm cookin'.
Annie "Blue" VM
Which will it be
Sympathy or empathy
Which part of the human condition will I believe
- Less Than Jake
"9th and Pine"
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