Because Comedy Central's running a marathon today.
Conduct a post in the style of Doctor Perry Cox from the medical comedy Scrubs.
We-heh-ell, newbies, it's been such a long time since you've seen me darkening your doorstep, but have no fear, because while you've all been out trading notes on whether you want David Hewlett or Jensen Ackles to be the one to pop your cherry after a candlelit dinner, some of us have been doing our jobs, namely spending 16 hours a day juggling these little unimportant things called school, food, and writing, but have no fear, because it's all for you, Daphne, just to see you smile when the blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids I've sacrificed for fandom morphs not unlike a butterfly into forty-fricken-five ficlets because God forbid you people can sit down and take the time do a little fic-writing of your own, so it's left to five or six authors who are carrying a load of schoolwork, real life, and an entire fandom on their shoulders, but don't you fret your pretty little heads on that bit because since we're working our asses off in Geometry and Trig, we know the exact angle to hold the fandom so that when our wrists break from the strain, you lazy lurkers won't fall off and hurt yourselves.
And yes, that was a single sentence clocking in at 199 words long. I coudn't be more proud of myself.
That was surprisingly cathartic.
-Luce
PS: point of post is I am working my ass off doing those Five Ways fics and some are really awesome and it's fun, but OMG FORTY-FIVE FICLETS! AHH!
We-heh-ell, newbies, it's been such a long time since you've seen me darkening your doorstep, but have no fear, because while you've all been out trading notes on whether you want David Hewlett or Jensen Ackles to be the one to pop your cherry after a candlelit dinner, some of us have been doing our jobs, namely spending 16 hours a day juggling these little unimportant things called school, food, and writing, but have no fear, because it's all for you, Daphne, just to see you smile when the blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids I've sacrificed for fandom morphs not unlike a butterfly into forty-fricken-five ficlets because God forbid you people can sit down and take the time do a little fic-writing of your own, so it's left to five or six authors who are carrying a load of schoolwork, real life, and an entire fandom on their shoulders, but don't you fret your pretty little heads on that bit because since we're working our asses off in Geometry and Trig, we know the exact angle to hold the fandom so that when our wrists break from the strain, you lazy lurkers won't fall off and hurt yourselves.
And yes, that was a single sentence clocking in at 199 words long. I coudn't be more proud of myself.
That was surprisingly cathartic.
-Luce
PS: point of post is I am working my ass off doing those Five Ways fics and some are really awesome and it's fun, but OMG FORTY-FIVE FICLETS! AHH!