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2:39am: zOMG! PETER JACKSON! I LOVE YOU! NOW GIVE BACK YOUR AWARD!
(My first wank! *beam* Kinda small though...)

Over on IMDb, someone comments on the movie "Meet the Feebles," directed by Peter Jackson in 1989. The poster states that this was the worst piece of *bleep* that s/he has ever seen and that Jackson should give back his award he won FOR A LATER MOVIE.

( Peter Jackson, you're a sick freak and didn't deserve that award! BTW I LOVE YOUR MOVIES!!!1one )



The OP never showed up again, but many came to defend Peter Jackson's good name:

( As seen here )


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( And here )


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( Some friendly advice )


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( Still, some don't like him. I hear pigs don't like him either. )

Though the post is two years old, people still respond to this day.

Some comments are deleted by the admins... one wonders what they were about. Ah well.


All in all, a small wank. But all of the comments are great.

11:25am: HP is serious business, part the 2893748th: lather, rinse and repeat
Potterwank that's not about race, feminism or shipping? What are the odds?! To celebrate this event, I thought I'd post this charming little thing. The crux: Battlestar Galactica is literature. Tolstoy is not.

a_t_rain posts an essay about HP characters and feminism at hp_essays. This isn't the wanky part: the essay is short, concise and a pretty damn good read.

The wank entereth when m_ho appears on the scene, disagreeing by saying something about something. I dunno, how she's had no romantic experience or anything and thus the romance in HP relegates it to low-art pop culture. I really couldn't follow along: ( Read more... )

People go WTF MATE ^^. Battlestar Galactica can be classed within the same literary echelons as Kafka, Borges, Gogol and Virginia Woolf. And all the while, I sit back with a cup of coffee and reconsider my major in English teaching.