"It's just a movie. Like. Fucking. Hell."
Uhhh ... whether me posting this is appropriate or not, I have no idea. So if it isn't, sorry.

It's just that I got my copy of "When a Fan Hits the Shit" in the mail a few days ago and even though I've read everything there is online about that wank that makes all other wanks look like wannabes (yes, after reading this book even the Crystal Apocalypse looks tame), I'm still desperately attempting to keep myself from hyperventilating with horrified laughter at some of the things in there.

Probably worst of all is the VB/OB chat transcript. How the ...? It boggles the mind.

Here's VB quoting her "Master" (don't ask me!! it's some sort of psychic channeling shit) after showing her footage of the actors:

I will give you my first impressions of the others for now, but remember, love, video tape is not the best means of this. I really should be meeting your boys if I am to be any more than accurate in the broadest strokes. [me: whatever the fuck that means.] Mr. McKellen seems to bear the spirit of Zeus, wise and a bit naughty. Mr. Wood needs nothing more than video tape, in truth. I could have done it from a photograph. His spirit is a pure Wood Elf stronger and truer than any I have seen in many an age. What he's doing here, I do not know. He does not belong. The stout fellow is of Baldir and the Great Mother, and Mr. Wood's two companions both carry streaks of Faerie wider than they are tall, that apparently not being much to say.

And after some dissection of this stunning spiritual analysis, VB effuses,

"It's just a movie. Like. Fucking. Hell. ... There are energies being tapped here that I can't even begin to comprehend, nor to fathom why."

And Abbey/OB replies "*tremuloulsy*" (her stupid spelling error, not mine) "If this is just a movie just a book .just. then I'm the Queen of Spain."