my icon is all the context you need.
Vivi. Vivi, I have to ask you a question. When you first heard about the ~Emma stuff, did you believe it? 'Cause I saw it because of the capslock_mcr post and I frankly did not know what the heck was going on. I found out later, and saw the original, and I just, what? WHAT? I've told about three of my RL friends about this already because this kind of crazy crosses fandom lines. I guess there's not a whole lot to be said that hasn't been said already-- mostly variations of SRSLY??!??--but I just realized it was weird that I hadn't talked to you and Nora about it. I feel the need to ~reconnect wit ma ~peeps. I accidentally typed "me" first and it was rather piratey. And then I remembered that I met you through PotC. I have a lot of dual-fandom friends, I think. I might make a chart one day. If you have a lot of free time and access to a computer over the summer I want to shove you into Classic Who because the whole fricking show is on crack. One time the omgsrs ~danger was that one of the characters got attacked by a giant clam.
He got away with his life, but lost his shoe.
His SHOE.
I was outside just now and I thought there were fairies in the trees about to attack me. All the shadows were moving. I felt vulnerable and would not have objected to the company of a campus skunk. I have formed a cozy rapport with the skunk that lurks behind the track, I believe. We'll probably lose touch after graduation but I'll still consider him a friend. Or her. I would have checked its genitalia but that's a difficult request to slip into casual conversation. Not to mention I don't even know how to distinguish the male and female genitalia of skunks. I Google Image'd "skunk penis" and some of the results formed a found poem:
I shall explicate it for you.
The first line of the poem comforts the reader with the familiar, easily recognizable scene of a police officer, an icon of safety and justice, performing the comfortable action of speaking. The poem seems to speak as it moves from the specificity of the officer's name in the first line to the querulous suggestion that a skunk "may have the longest penis" (emphasis mine). A phallus is a symbol for masculine authority and is thusly associated with the police officer. As a result, Officer James Kellet is conflated with the "skunk," referring to an undesirable person or even a criminal, implying that Officer James Kellet is not a dependable justice figure. The second line emphasizes the powerful extent of his authority yet suggests that it, too, may not be as solid as it appeared to be at first glance. The third and final line further undercuts the perceived size of Officer James Kellet's penis, insinuating it may not be the longest when compared to the phantom penis. "Phantom" implies vagueness, contrasting sharply with the specificity of the first line and more strongly constructing the opposition between the two figures in the poem. The lack of a question mark at the end of a sentence which is constructed to be a question signifies that such an uncertainty should not be taken to mean that the "phantom penis" is less powerful than Officer James Kellet. Rather, the phantom penis, perhaps because it is a phantom, is not subject to doubts about its power or virtue as Officer James Kellet is; the phantom penis is the clear victor.
I can only assume that the numbers beneath the middle line are the dimensions of the longest penis.
Special to the members of my current fandom: my RP character's current alias (because she is perpetually undercover) is totally Lt. Sullivan. Her first name is ~Adrica.
Special to members of a fandom that vastly predates my time on LJ: OMG i leik found sum fic i rote 4 LotR like a long time ago but i nvr posted it so here! it isshort but gud!
Elrond studied Vilya, one of the great rings given to the elves, and contemplated its powers. Would it be possible, he wondered, to use the ring to bring about a silence over the whole of Middle Earth? Or just Rivendell, or the room he was in at the moment. Perhaps he could just cause himself to be deaf. Perhaps he could, maybe, tell the twins to be quiet. But Elrond couldn’t bring himself to do that. The twins were good boys. They were being very nice and reading him a story. So Elrond let them continue reading, both at the same time, as loud as they could, next his ear. Celebrían hid a smile with her sewing.
ALSO, here's a poem I wrote for Godlet in the comments of the last entry:
Like sporatic patters of a gentle rain,
from time to time an unctuous blast of gas
will rupture the sweat-sealed battle plain
of your mother's internecine ass.
She has a North v. South Korea buttcrack.
OK BRAYNE WILL YOU PLEASE LET ME GO TO SLEEP NOW.
He got away with his life, but lost his shoe.
His SHOE.
I was outside just now and I thought there were fairies in the trees about to attack me. All the shadows were moving. I felt vulnerable and would not have objected to the company of a campus skunk. I have formed a cozy rapport with the skunk that lurks behind the track, I believe. We'll probably lose touch after graduation but I'll still consider him a friend. Or her. I would have checked its genitalia but that's a difficult request to slip into casual conversation. Not to mention I don't even know how to distinguish the male and female genitalia of skunks. I Google Image'd "skunk penis" and some of the results formed a found poem:
I shall explicate it for you.
The first line of the poem comforts the reader with the familiar, easily recognizable scene of a police officer, an icon of safety and justice, performing the comfortable action of speaking. The poem seems to speak as it moves from the specificity of the officer's name in the first line to the querulous suggestion that a skunk "may have the longest penis" (emphasis mine). A phallus is a symbol for masculine authority and is thusly associated with the police officer. As a result, Officer James Kellet is conflated with the "skunk," referring to an undesirable person or even a criminal, implying that Officer James Kellet is not a dependable justice figure. The second line emphasizes the powerful extent of his authority yet suggests that it, too, may not be as solid as it appeared to be at first glance. The third and final line further undercuts the perceived size of Officer James Kellet's penis, insinuating it may not be the longest when compared to the phantom penis. "Phantom" implies vagueness, contrasting sharply with the specificity of the first line and more strongly constructing the opposition between the two figures in the poem. The lack of a question mark at the end of a sentence which is constructed to be a question signifies that such an uncertainty should not be taken to mean that the "phantom penis" is less powerful than Officer James Kellet. Rather, the phantom penis, perhaps because it is a phantom, is not subject to doubts about its power or virtue as Officer James Kellet is; the phantom penis is the clear victor.
I can only assume that the numbers beneath the middle line are the dimensions of the longest penis.
Special to the members of my current fandom: my RP character's current alias (because she is perpetually undercover) is totally Lt. Sullivan. Her first name is ~Adrica.
Special to members of a fandom that vastly predates my time on LJ: OMG i leik found sum fic i rote 4 LotR like a long time ago but i nvr posted it so here! it isshort but gud!
Elrond studied Vilya, one of the great rings given to the elves, and contemplated its powers. Would it be possible, he wondered, to use the ring to bring about a silence over the whole of Middle Earth? Or just Rivendell, or the room he was in at the moment. Perhaps he could just cause himself to be deaf. Perhaps he could, maybe, tell the twins to be quiet. But Elrond couldn’t bring himself to do that. The twins were good boys. They were being very nice and reading him a story. So Elrond let them continue reading, both at the same time, as loud as they could, next his ear. Celebrían hid a smile with her sewing.
ALSO, here's a poem I wrote for Godlet in the comments of the last entry:
Like sporatic patters of a gentle rain,
from time to time an unctuous blast of gas
will rupture the sweat-sealed battle plain
of your mother's internecine ass.
She has a North v. South Korea buttcrack.
OK BRAYNE WILL YOU PLEASE LET ME GO TO SLEEP NOW.