| poems about cheese |
[09 Nov 2003|09:22pm] |
There once was a girl who loved cheese,
Though when asking she never said ‘please’
Her passion was sated
By cheese lumpy, not grated
And topped off with mountains of peas.
Gorgonzola: it’s like Cheesus in a way
Malodorous yet sacred
And we eat it on Sunday
And on Monday and on Thursday,
And at any time we please
We bow down and we worship
At the altar of the Cheese.
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(7Tinfoil Wrapped | Don a Tinfoil Beanie)
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| Telegram to Friends List |
[03 Aug 2003|06:24pm] |
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AM TRAPPED IN SUMMER SCHOOL STOP NO CHANCE OF ESCAPE STOP ACCESS TO LJ BANNED ON ACCOUNT OF TOO MUCH HOT GAY PORN STOP SUFFERING WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS STOP
AM BEING FORCED TO TRANSLATE COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF VIRGIL STOP AM ALSO HORRIBLY SUNBURNT STOP ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES PORTIA AN EXCEEDINGLY IRRATIONAL PERSON STOP
CANNOT CATCH UP ON SNARK AS SIMPLY TOO MUCH STOP FEEL OSTRACISED WITHIN FANDOM STOP MUST ESCAPE THIS PLACE STOP FOUND PAIR OF UNDERPANTS DOWN SIDE OF BED STOP ALTHOUGH HAVE READ MANY ORLANDO INTERVIEWS STOP *SQUEE* STOP
AM ORLANDO FANGIRL STOP THIS MADNESS MUST STOP STOP
MUST GO AND SCRUB FLOOR WITH TOOTHBRUSH STOP LOVE TO ALL STOP SHOULD STOP WRITING
'STOP' STOP
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(2Tinfoil Wrapped | Don a Tinfoil Beanie)
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| A Sermon by the Reverend Portia Gump |
[10 Jul 2003|05:13pm] |
A Sermon by Reverend P. Gump of the Church of the Latter-Gay Morons, Alabama.
Praise be the Gay!
Ah have gathered y'all to me today to tell you a sad, sad story from which we all cayn learn. It's a story about a little girl who was born and bred in this here town, and who suffered a tragic fate.
Once upon a time there lived a little girl who was a good little girl. She lived with her momma daddy anthrosexual guardian in a purty adobe house, and she ate a biiiig bowl o' Crazy every day for breakfast.
Each Sunday she went to church to light a purple can-dle and she was a PIous little girl, always a-prayin' and a-chantin' for the Big Gay Love. Her momma was ver' proud of her baby, 'cause she looked so purty in her sacred silver tinhayt.
But soon thangs started goin' WRONG for this little girl. Her teachers at her school were most 'ppalled when, in her El'ment'ry Lawgic lessons, the girl declared 'sometimes, red-n-white is jest red-n-white, and it ain't no pink at all'. People at this here Church rallied round to save the soul of the fallin' child, but things progressed from bayd to wo-orse.
Y'see, y'all, though it pains me most grievously to hayve t'say it...and I suggest y'all cover th'ears o' your children lest they's innocent minds be corrupted...that this little girl expressed an interest in the sin that is heterosexuality.
The congregation gasp in horror
Yes, it's hard t'believe that a well-raised practisin' tinhat could turn to something so repreHENsible, ah know. But that's not all. She ran away from this here town of Fagsville, Alabama, and she went to live in the big city, where she sold her soul to the PR Devils!!! Truly, she could nawt be redeemed from Sayt-an now, I say. She lived a life of wanton debauchery and hedonism with the filthy heterosexuals, and she abandoned her ties with the Church.
Now she deyd from coke.
Which is why I say to you, lift up your voices in joyous chorus to the Big Gay Love! Light that candle, hold it high!
Go forth and rim, mah children, and Praise Be The Gay!!!
Congregation: Hallelujah, Keep the Faith!
hallelujah indeed. Now let's go lynch us some straight folks, y'all! Ah'll be over here, a-watchin' Father Dom and Pastor Wood get it on.
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(6Tinfoil Wrapped | Don a Tinfoil Beanie)
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[26 Jun 2003|12:22pm] |
*goes to Brighton*
omg the capital of Teh Gay!
*looks out for visiting Tinhats*
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(Don a Tinfoil Beanie)
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| Coming Out of the HW Closet |
[01 Jun 2003|11:42am] |
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Confessing |
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Weezer |
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I'm a bit late, but I'd still like to add my 'confession'.
I'm a player on Hollyweirdos, and it's one of the funniest things I've ever had the privilege of being involved in. I don't do it to mock, particularly - I was a regular at the Prancing Pony when the threads were still up at DL, and I suppose I could have been accused of tinhattery myself. However, some of the theories posited at DL/DLR are beyond weird, and merit mockery of some form or another.
You see, part of me still believes that Dom and Elijah may have had a relationship at some stage. I don't really care anymore - although I did, to begin with. Yet, there's a big difference between believing something, and believing in something. The latter carries all sorts of dubious cultish or religious connotations, which are frankly out of place when they evolve in relation to a possible relationship between two actors.
Hollyweirdos is an outlet (a bloody hilarious outlet) for my incredulity at the candle-wielding faction of the 'fandom'. I absolutely adore all the players and how easy it is to improvise and build up a relationship between characters quite spontaneously (perhaps I notice this more because I was a late addition, and a fan before I played), and it's sad that some people should over-react so drastically to what is, at the end of the day, nothing more than a game.
In fact, I don't see how HW is any different to a rather meta slash story - and it's certainly no more reprehensible. I love the game, I love the players, and although I may poke fun, I'm poking it not at individuals (except perhaps myself) but at some of the products of a collective delusion: a delusion which comes from DL and not LJ, whatever certain people may think.
I just want to reiterate something that HnK said: Fandom is Fucking Funny. And that's the way it should be.
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| o_O |
[25 May 2003|05:22pm] |
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Idlewild, d00d |
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You are the hivemind!
A highly sophisticated form of mob rule, you issue
edicts which must be obeyed and rule the
community with an iron fist.
Unfortunately your memos frequently go astray...
Which article of Fandom Wank culture are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Gah! *runs from hivemind*
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(Don a Tinfoil Beanie)
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[11 May 2003|03:50pm] |
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Revising |
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None:( |
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By the by, something I have discovered whilst not revising for my exams.
I feel that the slash potential between Otto von Bismarck and King William I of Prussia has been so sadly neglected.
Slash the historical figures who contributed so much to European history!
My history teacher would be proud of my powers of inference, I am sure.
After all, subjective interpretations are perfectly valid in such a sprawling subject as history.
Right-oh, Bismarck/King William:
(Copied directly from my history text book, might I add)
"King William i of Prussia lay sobbing on the sofa. Otto von Bismarck, also in tears, his legs trembling, dashed from the room, wrenching off the door handle as he went. Back in his own appartments there was a loud crash as he flung a glass bowl against the wall. At the cost of a great expense of nervouse energy Bismarck had just thwarted another Austrian attempt to retain her dominance in Germany."
Sheesh, TheirLoveIsSoPoliticallyAngst-ridden.
Liek, OMGWTFLOL I am so incredibly tempted to write an epic about a love that crossed all bounds.
'A love that defied an Empire'. Oh, wait, wasn't that Gladiator?
Should I do it?
History slash rules:)
Just in case you were wondering what the fuck this is...go back and read down the lines.
All will becomes clear. I hate bloody revision. It makes me do silly things.
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| Wheee! |
[08 May 2003|02:29pm] |
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Plinky plunky scary piano muzak |
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Have been joining lots of lotrips communities over on lj. Is fun:) However, still haven't started revision.
May now try to remember wonderful, insightful, witty yet thought-provoking post I mentally composed for ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif) dl_anon this morning. Doubt it will come back to me - it's like a plot bunny, you leave it alone for five minutes and it hops right away, never to return:( Alas, alackaday.
I really really want to play at HollyWeirdos ITS LIEK SO COOL OMG WTF LOL!!!11!!1
That is all.
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| Fuck-a-doodle-doo |
[07 May 2003|09:56am] |
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My computer is whirring oddly; I do hope it doesn't explode. |
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Oh fuck fuck fuck. I have an exam on monday for which I have done no revision whatsoever. It's quite possible that I'll bugger it up completely and thus jeopardise my place at Oxford.
But...all the time I could have been revising, I've been writing bloody fanfic - which, although fun and admittedly good practice if I ever decide to write anything perhaps fit for publication - is not awfully helpful in terms of enlightening me on the trials and tribulations of Otto von Bismarck. I'm so bastardly undisciplined. Although I have done two and a half Latin translations this morning, *proud*:)
Okay, who am I fooling? I'm lazy and I don't know anything. O h waily waily waily. Woe is me. Perhaps I'll write some nice Elijah!Angst to cheer myself up...
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| Meh |
[06 May 2003|10:06pm] |
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*sporfle!* |
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Mull Historical Society - Watching Xanadu |
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First of all, thanks awfully to alisalohv and tintin for setting me up with a code. *Beams* (would link but am computer-illiterate so sadly can't. Waily waily waily).
I only really stumbled onto JF by mistake (through DLR if you must know), but dl_anon is a terrifyingfriendly place, so I thought I'd stick around. I'm crap at computers, though, so if anyone can help me sort this bloody mess out I'd perform all sorts of sexual favours be more than grateful.
Shall now proceed to befriend complete strangers, to make myself feel less lonely:-o
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