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One of the very few papers I managed to actually finish and turn in on time during my year of slow-motion emotional meltdown (88-89, junior year) was an 8-page stream-of-consciousness free verse response to Eliot's "The Hollow Men," in which I pastiched everyone from Shakespeare to Dickinson to Stephen King. Fortunately, the professor graded his papers in alphabetical order by the students' last names, so by the time he got to me he'd already slogged through 160 pages of solemn bloviation by everyone else, and I ended up getting an A+++ (apparently, in England in 1989, they were allowed to give out grades like that) and a note of earnest gratitude from him. But, really, I so should have gotten my own head back on a platter. I mean, really. Emily Dickinson and Stephen King? @@
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I've seen many ads for Willows new show -- I don't know -- it doesn't look that great. So, I'm putting my hopes in the Xander/Will show.
Hmmm. Xander/Will. . . .
Oh, YAGE in Atlantis fandom. One can only hope.
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(Katie knows whereof I speak.)
I have no idea what YAGE stands for. Yet Another Grody Episode?
Yet Another Grand Exit.
So and So has uncloaked her sockpuppet and announced "this fandom is too mean, I'm taking my fic and going home."
edited for cattiness
Ah. Well, that's... not surprising, really.
No.
And yet another person thinks Rageprufrock is Prufrock's Love. Really, the lack of pretentious statements about one's advanced degrees (or use of The Wasteland for header material) should be clue enough.
God, I'm catty tonight.
So and so has uncloaked her sockpuppet and announced "this fandom is too mean, I'm taking my fic and going home."
I'd been wondering about that.
(Yes, I spent part of tonight catching up on wank.)
Matt: : “Good. Hey, my agent didn’t tell me what role I’m auditioning for. I’m {Name}.”
Casting lady: “Yes, you’re here for….(checks call list) Unattractive Man.”
Matt: “Of course I am.”
Robin, your friend wouldn't happen to share an agent with Joey Tribbiani, would he?
