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Someone on the floor is making my very busy and hectic day better right now. they're playing PotC nnice and loud, so i can hear every word! "But why is the rum gone?" may have been the loudest bit so far. And, of course, I sat down the hall and giggled. I can hear Jack loud and clear, most of the time actually. Usually can't hear Will, T.T ...Oh well. They're just lucky I'm not enough of a spazz and/or raving fan to go running down there to bug them. 'Course, the evening has been doubly improved due to having the format for the anime club's constitution in my hands. Maybe my busy week won't be so bad after all. In the meantime, I figure I can try an LJ cut here for the 1st time. I'm not writing much poetry, anymore, adn really school is eclipsing the time I have to write much of anything, but I do still get grabbed and plunked down to write a few drabbles by plot bunnies. Wish I had more time for it though. At any rate, anyone actually reading this can check this out:
The Benefits of a Mouth:
A Scientific Discovery by Jean
One day in the lab, there was a little experiment named Jean. Jean was a quiet offspring, who disliked the observed social interaction hours. Jean disliked social hours because he was quiet and monitored as not socializing well. He never talked. Frankly, he never opened his mouth. Well, okay, so he opened it to eat. But even then it was quick, rapid fire, precision movement. Slip lips apart width of desired food object. Insert. Clamp closed. Withdraw utensil from tight lips. Breathe through nose. Chew. Swallow. Repeat. The other ‘kids’-he refused to call them offspring-were far too talkative for this lack of mouth use to matter anyway. They thought he was weird. He thought they were weird. It was an even playing field of dislike.
One day in the lab, an older experiment still named Jean decided he was getting rid of his mouth. Like any proper and successful scientist, Jean began with a dissertation on the pros and cons of the mouth. However, after doing this, Jean realized he still required a mouth to eat, since unlike E. coli, he could not attain nutrition by diffusing it across his cell walls. Vexed with this experimental roadblock, Jean removed his vocal chords instead, steadily shrinking them with hormone therapy. Ultimately he removed the shrunken chords with the Auto-surgeon laboratory robots. Because Jean could no longer tell the ‘kids’ to shut up, they were content to leave him alone. Jean was happy to be left alone. It was an equivalent compromise of joy.
One day in the lab, there was an old experiment named Jean. Jean was unable to talk. He had discarded his vocal chords to the hazardous materials refuse heap. Jean liked his lab coat life. He worked in the flammable and toxic chemicals sector, where opening his long hated mouth was unnecessary. Safety conscious, he wore his gas mask at all times. Besides, it covered that ugly slit on his face. Well, okay, so he liked the bug appearance it gave him too. Bugs had interesting mouths. Probiscises and pincer-like mandibles. Quick and effective to eat with. Incapable of speech. Jean lit the Bunsen burner idly, noting too late that the magnesium waste was in the path of the flame. Because Jean could not scream to the others, he burned like a sulfur deposit in the lab. It was an equivalent exchange of destruction.
So yes, the first of a few drabbles i've done in the past year or so, most of them more recently. This one was actually an AP English assignment, and apparently my teacher found it to be one of the ones she liked best. but then, she likes weird stories like this one. I personally just admire the blending of my science and literary skills that it incorporates. Alright, well, that's all I have for now, so This Neko is Out.
The Benefits of a Mouth:
A Scientific Discovery by Jean
One day in the lab, there was a little experiment named Jean. Jean was a quiet offspring, who disliked the observed social interaction hours. Jean disliked social hours because he was quiet and monitored as not socializing well. He never talked. Frankly, he never opened his mouth. Well, okay, so he opened it to eat. But even then it was quick, rapid fire, precision movement. Slip lips apart width of desired food object. Insert. Clamp closed. Withdraw utensil from tight lips. Breathe through nose. Chew. Swallow. Repeat. The other ‘kids’-he refused to call them offspring-were far too talkative for this lack of mouth use to matter anyway. They thought he was weird. He thought they were weird. It was an even playing field of dislike.
One day in the lab, an older experiment still named Jean decided he was getting rid of his mouth. Like any proper and successful scientist, Jean began with a dissertation on the pros and cons of the mouth. However, after doing this, Jean realized he still required a mouth to eat, since unlike E. coli, he could not attain nutrition by diffusing it across his cell walls. Vexed with this experimental roadblock, Jean removed his vocal chords instead, steadily shrinking them with hormone therapy. Ultimately he removed the shrunken chords with the Auto-surgeon laboratory robots. Because Jean could no longer tell the ‘kids’ to shut up, they were content to leave him alone. Jean was happy to be left alone. It was an equivalent compromise of joy.
One day in the lab, there was an old experiment named Jean. Jean was unable to talk. He had discarded his vocal chords to the hazardous materials refuse heap. Jean liked his lab coat life. He worked in the flammable and toxic chemicals sector, where opening his long hated mouth was unnecessary. Safety conscious, he wore his gas mask at all times. Besides, it covered that ugly slit on his face. Well, okay, so he liked the bug appearance it gave him too. Bugs had interesting mouths. Probiscises and pincer-like mandibles. Quick and effective to eat with. Incapable of speech. Jean lit the Bunsen burner idly, noting too late that the magnesium waste was in the path of the flame. Because Jean could not scream to the others, he burned like a sulfur deposit in the lab. It was an equivalent exchange of destruction.
So yes, the first of a few drabbles i've done in the past year or so, most of them more recently. This one was actually an AP English assignment, and apparently my teacher found it to be one of the ones she liked best. but then, she likes weird stories like this one. I personally just admire the blending of my science and literary skills that it incorporates. Alright, well, that's all I have for now, so This Neko is Out.