This journal is not friends only any more!

Here you will find a few TV-based odds and ends that are supposed to be funny.  I once planned  a lot more, especially of the parodies of Supernatural episodes in the style of the classics, which isn't looking very likely any more but you never know. I've also pretty much given up answering comments, so I want to apologise for my rudeness in ( Read more... )

This may not be my finest effort: I really wasn't intending to use the Bible, as it seemed a little easy, and the temptation to just lapse into Monty Python is very, very strong. But then Houses of the Holy came along and what am I supposed to do? So, to get it over with: 'Holy Pole of Antioch.' 'Sam is not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy.'

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The moment of folly that began it all...

Bombs and the Sam I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
And haughty Gordon’s unrelenting hate,
Enrag'd and exil'd, left the Oregon shore
Long labors, in a stolen car, he bore,
And stole he psych files, before, when chips were down
He scorn’d to shrink at call of “ Funkytown”;
His kidnapp'd Dean restor'd to car divine,
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KING WINCHESTER

By William Shakespeare.

Act 1, Scene 1.

John:                                                   Tell me, my children,

Which of you shall we say doth love us most?

That we our largest bounty may extend

Where nature doth with merit challenge.

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It's all the fault of Simpatico on the TWoP boards. Or I'm possessed. Something like that.

However it happened, here is Playthings, a fragment of a tragedy by Sophocles.

Chorus of Dolls:
           Sons of Winchester, in dread we came,
           To chamber 237, creeping on china feet.   
           Open the door. Alas, then it is true.
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This is a quick follow-up of sorts to my first MST, which was  about Chase killing himself in excruciating slow motion while moping over his Bible. [If you followed a link expecting to find that particular MST, scroll down and I think you should find it, as I'm awfully new and have messed things up a bit with Livejournal.]

Compared to the "biblefic ( Read more... )

House’s office. Morning. Foreman is surreptitiously surfing the internet, Chase and Cameron are examining a large heap of suitcases, cardboard boxes, newspapers and packing materials piled together under the whiteboard.

Cameron: What is all this stuff? Is it House’s?
Chase: Wasn’t here last night. Hey House-

House: [entering] What’s all this crap ( Read more... )