And this is why I'm going to the Special Hell. On the Short Bus, probably.

Melle: Plus, the whole thing slash used to have where Only Penetration Is Real Sex, and it read just like hetsmut but with a penis pastede on yay onto the girl, complete with mangina and overly sensitive nipples and--yeah. You know what I mean.
Amy: ...please never say mangina to me again.
Melle: MAAANGINA! It's the superhero from HELL! With a little CAPE!
Amy: AUGH MY BRAIN BITCH.
Melle: **giggles self silly** MANGINA!
Amy: HATE YOU.
Melle: You LOVE ME! *hums Mangina theme song* "... does whatever a vagina can ..."
Amy: I'M NOT LISTENING LALALA
Melle: MANGINA ACTION FIGURE! Now with self-lubricating action!
Amy: OH FUCK YOU! STOP POISONING MY MIND!
Melle: I CAAAAAN'T!
Amy: Yes you CAN!
Melle: It's in my HEAD and I'm composing a THEME SONG and it has a CAPE and SUPER POWERS!
Melle: I want to DRAW IT!
Amy: ...You need SO MUCH THERAPY
Melle: Dude, like, pull up a chair and TELL ME ABOUT IT!
Melle: *giggles to self* MANGIIIIIINA!

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Random 2AM thought: I miss the days when I'd get all meta about slash fandom at the drop of a hat. More specifically, I miss the days when I'd get all meta and up in people's faces about slash fandom at the drop of a hat. I miss the RPS debates (dear lord, did I ever not imagine myself saying that!) and the slash in general debates and the underage smut debates and everything. I've been in some good discussions lately, but I miss the debates, the clashing and the near flame wars and argh.

I think I found my rage again. And now I can't remember what to do with it.

It's kind of a rule ...

I get a fandom, sooner or later I'm going to cast them in a musical. *headdesk*

Someone tell ruby_fruit to use her Art Skills for Good, please?

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Man, how did I miss the whole Condoleezza Rice kerfluffle? Yo, Belgians on my friwendslist? I do kinda rely on you to keep me posted on important things, you know.

In short, two weeks ago, Secretary Rice came to Belgium to scope out security and stuff for Bush's visit this weekend. There was an incident when she landed at Brussels airport, with some journalists who were kept way back from the plane to the point where they coudn't even get a picture with a huge telelens, a Belgian security officer, and a Secret Service (?) guy. According to my mother, it went something like this:

Journalists: "Dude, we can't even see anything from here. Can't we go in a bit closer?"
Belgian Security Bloke: "As far as I'm concerned." *lets the journalists move a bit closer so they can take a photo already*
Secret Service Bloke: "Hey, yo, you can't do that, this is our plane!"
Belgian Security Bloke: "... And this is my country, and these are my journalists."

Which probably is a wildly inaccurate version of what happened, but even so, it gives me warm fuzzy feelings. (Also, props to my mum for the phrasing, which is pretty much entirely hers and also hilarious and witty. Yay mum!)

And then today I read that there was at least one protest against Bush using sarcasm as a tool. Seriously, a whole protest with people carrying sarcastic signs like "Kill Kill Kill the Terror," "Fuck the Third World," and "War is good for the economy." I'm much amused. Mmm. My country tastes like sarcasm. :D

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Fuck me sideways, this fucking story is Polar, take two. I want to write porn and all I'm getting out of my brain is stylised crap. Bugger all this for a dead lark, man.

ETA: Is "incredulity" a word? What's the word I'm looking for, then? Um. Anyone? Line? Help?