Sausages and insane muses
I'm trying to remember what was sent to me for Christmas from you guys and I think deejay is the only one I haven't thanked publically yet. So THANK YOU Deej for the Fiji's gift set. It is one of those sets of sausage, cheese, and chocolates. I've already eaten 75% of it. My dad loved these things; I'd get him one every Xmas from Hickory Farms. ^_^ I have finished my sausages and now I want to get more at the store.
Old Man from Kids in the Hall sketch: Saaaaausaaaaaaageeeeeeesssssss...
Anyway, my muses are on some sort of rampage of insanity lately. They've been trying to get me to write my first RPF for years (for the uninitiated, that's fanfic about real people), and lately, they've been trying to accomplish it by playing the strangest fantasies through my head... a typical inner conversation is below the cut. It's crack, I tells ya.
Muses: Magic is cool, huh?
Me: Some magicians, yeah.
Muses: Pamela Anderson did that magic show with Hans Klok this year. She made a pretty attractive assistant, don't you think?
Me: Yup. But it's over. :(
Muses: Maybe they'll film it and release it on DVD.
Me: Yeah, that'd be cool.
Muses: *Long pause* Hm, I wonder how they did that one trick. The table the box was on looked far too thin to hide two grown women.
Me: Yeah, it did.
Muses: *pause* They must've been all squished in there together. Hans Klok's other assistant and Pamela Anderson. Yeah, all pressed up against each other, waiting for -
Me: I know what you're doing.
Muses: What?
Me: I'm not writing real person sex fic about Pamela Anderson and Hans Moleman.
Muses: Klok! Hans Klok!
Me: He's weird looking and she's looking kind of old lately.
Muses: They could be better looking in your imagination. He's big and blond. Look how he picks her up and whisks her around all the time, isn't it sexy? And jeez, she had the implants taken out and she's still THAT big? They're a supercouple of pretty.
Me: This is like when you tried to get me to write that romance story about Chuck Woolery and Stacey from "Lingo."
Muses: This is much, much hotter than that.
Me: Um, no.
Muses: Pam and Hans on the levitation platform, making out?
Me: He'd fall right off.
Muses: Not if he was on top of her.
Me: No. That's a word you should be used to, after all the shit you gave me when I wanted to write more stories for yuletide.
Muses: You know if we really want you to write it, we have ways of making it happen.
Me: You're on drugs.
Muses: *long pause* You think anybody else has written fanfiction like that?
Me: STOP IT.
Old Man from Kids in the Hall sketch: Saaaaausaaaaaaageeeeeeesssssss...
Anyway, my muses are on some sort of rampage of insanity lately. They've been trying to get me to write my first RPF for years (for the uninitiated, that's fanfic about real people), and lately, they've been trying to accomplish it by playing the strangest fantasies through my head... a typical inner conversation is below the cut. It's crack, I tells ya.
Muses: Magic is cool, huh?
Me: Some magicians, yeah.
Muses: Pamela Anderson did that magic show with Hans Klok this year. She made a pretty attractive assistant, don't you think?
Me: Yup. But it's over. :(
Muses: Maybe they'll film it and release it on DVD.
Me: Yeah, that'd be cool.
Muses: *Long pause* Hm, I wonder how they did that one trick. The table the box was on looked far too thin to hide two grown women.
Me: Yeah, it did.
Muses: *pause* They must've been all squished in there together. Hans Klok's other assistant and Pamela Anderson. Yeah, all pressed up against each other, waiting for -
Me: I know what you're doing.
Muses: What?
Me: I'm not writing real person sex fic about Pamela Anderson and Hans Moleman.
Muses: Klok! Hans Klok!
Me: He's weird looking and she's looking kind of old lately.
Muses: They could be better looking in your imagination. He's big and blond. Look how he picks her up and whisks her around all the time, isn't it sexy? And jeez, she had the implants taken out and she's still THAT big? They're a supercouple of pretty.
Me: This is like when you tried to get me to write that romance story about Chuck Woolery and Stacey from "Lingo."
Muses: This is much, much hotter than that.
Me: Um, no.
Muses: Pam and Hans on the levitation platform, making out?
Me: He'd fall right off.
Muses: Not if he was on top of her.
Me: No. That's a word you should be used to, after all the shit you gave me when I wanted to write more stories for yuletide.
Muses: You know if we really want you to write it, we have ways of making it happen.
Me: You're on drugs.
Muses: *long pause* You think anybody else has written fanfiction like that?
Me: STOP IT.