Sliders have been around for a Very Long Time. I remember seeing them in the freezer section as a kid. (Though I'm not sure how long the term's been used to describe 'em.)
Without them, Harold and Kumar would have had no reason to go to White Castle, and I'd have never had a reason to write Neil Patrick Harris copulating with a Toyota.
Clearly, they hold together vital parts of our section of the multiverse.
wrod.
To all y'all.
And I'm still a bit put out with ms. "eternal bleeding" for not, when I told her "I write and edit all day; sorry for the Billy Walsh moment :)" responding by saying "Not at all. I shouldn't be so sloppy." or something.
When someone tells you she knows she's crazy, it seems like bad manners to agree with her about it. I was being Irish and self-mocking, for fuck's sake. It's a thing.
But "internal" is still not the same as "eternal".
Okay, now I'm over it.
Without them, Harold and Kumar would have had no reason to go to White Castle, and I'd have never had a reason to write Neil Patrick Harris copulating with a Toyota.
I do not like this world without sliders. It would be worse than the world without shrimp.
You could always cut hamburgers into quarters, but without shrimp we'd be stuck eating crawdad cocktails.
crawdad cocktails
Those words IN NO WAY belong in proximity to one another.
SHAME.
(shudder)
>crawdad cocktails
Those words IN NO WAY belong in proximity to one another.
True, the way to eat crawdads is boiled with spices and then gobble them up, finishing by sucking the heads. And mostly you want beer with that.
I did not write a Sternly Worded Comment, because it seemed uncharitable. Also, a friend of mine did the (entirely fabulous) art for the story, and I didn't want to embarrass her by association with my attitude.
But I'm still cranky.
Oh sweet merciful Jesus, that was FANTASTIC.
I finally had to retire my LOLita tagline, because this fic reduced me to whooping noises. Awesome.