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22nd December 2003

2:03am: Brought to you by Ms. "I am a lit grad student, therefore my opinions are fact and your puny opinions must bow before them" of yesterday's HP/metaquotes wank:

ElitistAsshat

The community info:
We are the elite best of the best. We went to the Universities you wish you had gone to, we read the books you pretend to have read, we bedded the beautiful people who didn't know you existed. We are the ones you call pretentious elitists, and this is where we lay it all out on the table, every conceit and literosexual fetish, every obscure linguistic profanity and outrageous claim to intellectual fame. We know Latin plurals and understood The Wasteland. We deconstructed Harry Potter and then burned him in effigy in Central Park during our bi-annual bacchanal.

We are everything that threatens your mind in the suburban night. We are the Great and Marvelous Succubi--you hate us, but you still want us to touch you in all the naughtiest places. We are smarter than you, stronger than you, and prettier than you. We are the avant-garde, we are the eaters of souls.

Hate us and we will only grow stronger.


*sighs happily* And the posts are even better.

This wouldn't be anywhere near as funny if the community founder hadn't spent the day proving she actually believes much of this...
Current Mood: *sporfle!*
6:11am: I spit upon your fanfic grave!
Seperis (fanfic author "jenn") has a happy fan.

Maybe not that happy.

I'd suggest turning off the anonymous comments, but what fun would that be?
Current Mood: cranky
7:49am: The Time Has Come For Those Who Are Wanky To Stand United

It's Christmas. The word of the week in 15minuteficlets is "cookies". cschoolgirl writes a ficlet about Wolverine and Rogue (X-Men characters for those who aren't familiar with the fandom) baking gingerbread cookies. Seems innocent enough, right?

Rabid X-Wankers arrive on the scene. Accusations of plagiarism spring forth.

X-Wank Summary... )

It's such a cutsie little wank, isn't it?

Current Mood: *thud*
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