Really not all that fringe-y.

I had to explain that to someone this week too. Makes me wonder at the target demographic of that site. I can see it skipping slash, but 2nd Life?

I base this on the fact that pretty much no one I've met off the internet knows what it is, and they look at me funny.

I think I knew what slash was before I knew what the internet was. (I read some article a long time ago about slash, and its origin in K/S slash that was distributed by mail and sold at Trek conventions....

"Second Life is actually dull and lame" has gotten to be such a common trope that I suspect it's in there because it's not all that fringe-y. The ex-furry ministry, otoh, cracks me right up.

The writers for Cracked are struggling comedians writing top-ten lists no one reads for a defunct magazine and almost no pay. So you gotta take your weak take on slash with your extremely telling rant on furries for Christ. The next article I read mentioned both slash and Second Life [link] so they're obvs going for the quick joke here.

Having listened to ICP since I was in high school, this:

Admittedly, we don't know that much about Insane Clown Posse or the teachings of Jesus Christ, for that matter. But even based on our limited pool of knowledge, we're pretty sure that Jesus never said anything about dressing up like an evil white trash clown. We also don't remember him preaching any sermons entitled Bugz On My Nutz. To be fair, we did skip a lot of Sunday School.

Makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.

I don't think I'd have heard of ICP if I hadn't lived in Michigan. I certainly haven't thought of them since then, before now. Not striking me with the godliness, them. Nor even the cleanliness.

Not striking me with the godliness, them. Nor even the cleanliness.

And please no with the "nextliness".

Someone once tried to convince me that ICP was really Cypress Hill.

And please no with the "nextliness".

I'd like to go with "not in the same zip code-ness".

I was just about to come here and grumble about work, mostly about the normal-but-annoying parts of being still fairly new to a complex job. You know, people expecting me to know things no one ever told me, that sort of thing.

But then I heard people in the shared office/lounge across the hall singing Happy Birthday to one of our residents. So I went across to join in the birthday wishes and see if, you know, there was, like, CAKE. No cake, but I was chatting with the interns and residents when someone said the first line of a song almost all of us knew--and we sang it, to the astonishment of passersby in the hallway. I remarked this was the only place I'd ever worked where people spontaneously burst into song, Broadway fashion, and just enough of them knew OMWF that it led to hellmouth jokes.

Then I ended up with four coworkers in my office at once, but instead of me freaking out over too many people all wanting something at once, we ended up joking around.

Hmm. I like my job. This never happens to me. I'm confused!