<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851</id><updated>2011-07-14T00:10:37.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil and Stupid</title><subtitle type='html'>Bad fic! No biscuit!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-92030964</id><published>2003-04-05T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T02:01:24.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about 3am.  Three giggly fangirls in a group chat.  One of which is reading a Weiss Kreuz fic and babbling about it.  It was a good fic until....  Guest featuring Sparkle Ball and &lt;i&gt;Banana Hammock&lt;/i&gt; until she gets a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; name.  ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; *reading mediocre Crawford/Schuldich fic* I... actually kind of liked this part. Until a certain line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Does it have "Braddllly" In it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; The plot of the fic is that there's this other group of Talent out there and they've lost their "Seer" and they need a new one or they'll be terminated.  They set their sites on Crawford because he's a high level clairvoyant and they &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; him, so they're trying to get him at one of Takatori's parties. One of the Talents in their group has the ability to alter molecules so that she can make the champagne at the party into some sort of drug. Crawford's about to take the changed drink but then dumps it all over a guest at the party. They wonder, "ACK! None of our Seers could do anything at the same time they're having a vision and we haven't seen him freeze up at any point tonight!" So they decide on another test. *babbling*  They'll aim the drink/drug thing at Schuldich this time, since that could have just been a coincidence and if it happens again, they'll know for sure that he can walk and See at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Wouldn't Crawford know slightly before hand that people are trying to get him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  You'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Schudlich takes the drink/drug thing and blacks out.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Almost gently, Crawford lifted the unconscious telepath from the floor. He had considered sending Nagi or Farfarello back to fetch Schuldich but in the end decided against it.  &lt;p&gt;"I'm sorry, Schuldich, I truly am. But it was the only way to prevent an even bigger disaster in the future. I can only hope you will understand and forgive me one day. Please believe me when I say I had my reasons for allowing this to happen."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; ... I don't think Crawford was ever this soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Crawford? Apologizing and practically begging Schuldich to understand? &lt;i&gt;Crawford&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; *thinks about WK Outtakes* ... XD "Don't sass me! There's no crying in baseball!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;   o.@  Crawford... so ooc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Is Schuldig really a slut? Every story has him as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Engh. I don't like fanon Schuldich much. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; He's uber slutty XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  This fic has... a lot of &lt;i&gt;potential&lt;/i&gt;. The idea of another group aiming for Crawford's talents (since they tend to lock up their Seers in a room somewhere rather than letting them out to be team leaders like Estet does) is interesting.  And you can tell a lot of thought was put into creating things. The other team seems like the author really did a lot of thought to create individual personalities for the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; What's the story called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  The problem is that the author doesn't seem to have nailed down Crawford's powers and stuck to her version of them. He can see &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; ahead into the future to predict the problems that smacking the drink out of Schuldich's hands would create, but he can't see this group in the first place? Can't see, "Oh, hey, there they are. *BANG*shoots them dead*"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  It's "Snatched Away" by Misura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; lol bang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  The characterizations are off. You can tell the author has a pretty strong grip on who they are, but seems to fall prey to a lot of fanon. If I had to guess, I would probably say they'd either not seen  the series very much, seen only parts of it, a few episodes here and there, or they'd watched it once and never saw it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Fanon, all, such strange and colorful creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  The other team is well thought-out, but I can't keep any of them straight--it's too many names flying at me at once, not enough little character traits to help me get to know them.  The problem is also that I don't care. There's just no... &lt;i&gt;spark&lt;/i&gt; there. But that's not really the author's fault, I felt the same way about Schwarz at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...later....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *babbles more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Please, babble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  From fic, Schuldich is just waking up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;: Nagi? Farfarello? Are you there? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Schuldich! YouareawakeatlastthankgodIwassoworriedand- :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Where else could I be? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Can you tell me what happened? And calm down a bit Nagi. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: You went down -food-poisoning Crawford said- and we got you home. : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Hesaiditwasthefoodbut- :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Nagi! I'd almost think you were worried about me. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: .....?!?!....! I was not. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: If I'm home, why am I not in my own room? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Crawford insisted we put you in his, because it was cleaner. You're in his bed too. He said he would sleep on the couch for the time being. He was very protective of you. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Schuldich could hear a smirk in Farfarello's mindvoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: It's his fault you got in this state, so that was the least he could do. :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  ........ he what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nagi sounded sullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Speaking of Crawford, where is he? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: How should I know? I can't even leave my own room. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: I don't know. He's somewhere in the house, that's all I know. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Never mind. Thanks for filling me in. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: Any time. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;: ..... :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....something about this conversation... &lt;i&gt;bugs&lt;/i&gt; me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; .... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Brad: "Food poisoning? He'll sleep it off. Put him on the floor if you must."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Crawford being protective... ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; Crawford.  I think he actually is being protective of Schwarz in his own way.  But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  And... I don't know but... Nagi being worried kind of doesn't rub well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  But he doesn't express it so openly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; I can see Crawford ordering Schuldig not to leave his room and leave it at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Putting Schuldich in his room? It's not like Schuldich has &lt;i&gt;mold&lt;/i&gt; growing on his walls or the half-empty pizza box is gaining sentience.  It can't be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. So why not put him in his own damn room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  If it were radioactive I might see a reason not to put him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *laughs* And if it were, don't you think Crawford would have seen that coming and ordered Schuldich to clean up his goddamned room? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;   Hmm, I'm thinking, the author is writing their actions too transparent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Nagi: Crawford though you'd rather have his king sized bed, complete with fluffy pillows instead of your slightly messy bed room. And no... he's not trying to sleep with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;   XD Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *laughs!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  That's the problem with fic writers... so many of them seem to be unable to write Crawford and Schuldich together unless Crawford's being a sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;   Or too obvious in their motivations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; .... *giggles* Crawford being sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; I do so love WK humor fics... some of them are so OOC it's hilarious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  ..........*laughing at the mental image*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;....later....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *sigh* I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; this fic was going to make Schuldich a wounded little bird with a tough cookie shell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; XDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Crawywaffy will make it alll better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Schuldich goes back to sleep, then he wakes up and Crawford's sleeping in the chair next to the bed. Schuldich looks at him for awhile then gets up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;: I wished it didn't have to be like this. I wished it would just be you rescueing me, taking care of me and me knowing you felt for me. But it isn't that simple and there would be no good in pretending. :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  This fic is fast spiralling into one I can't put on fic journal because I'm no longer sure I can actually say I like it. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Ow... Schuldig's character is out the window....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  *snorts, chuckles* Just... aww.. too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Does Crawford wake up and looks to find Schuldig looking at him and they stare into each other's eyes for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Schuldich: *to fic Schu* That was undignified please kill it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  No, thank god, it's not that bad.  He actually does leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Crawford: ... I'm sleeping in a chair... while &lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt; sleeping on my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Oooh. Leaves and angsts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Angst!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Does Nagi come and give Schuldig a guy heart to heart talk? Or does Schuldig goes to get drunk and he meets up with Youji and they screw like bunnies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Schuldich angsting because Crawford doesn't love him. Awww. Yes. Shoot it. Shoot it &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;   The state of their relationship, once so professional, now so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  The next part hasn't been posted yet, but I'm guessing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Schuldig: *singsong* I can't fighhttt this feeling anymoree!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;   o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Schuldich's going to slit his wrists because Bradley doesn't love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; *chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  But! Don't worry! Crawford will find him in time and then he'll CRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Brad: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  "Schuldich! ;_; Don't leave me! &lt;i&gt;I love you!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Schuldig: Oh,&lt;i&gt;Bradly&lt;/i&gt;! I've always knew you cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Nagi: *throws rose petals on them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; They can do it like Moulin Rouge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  "*Schuldich crying now, too* But... how can you love someone like me? I'm annoying and useless and not worthy of you... you're so strong and handsome.... ;_;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; You're cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  ";_; I don't care! You're beautiful and smart and I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on you in Rosenkreuz that I would love you for the rest of my life! You have to live!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  *bowls over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Is this where the fangirls start crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  ";_; I love you, too! *KISS*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  "Oh my &lt;i&gt;god&lt;/i&gt;! They're so in &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *ahem* That's my prediction anyway. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Aya: *sighs, steps in* Just &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; Nooo.. they go off and have mad bunny sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Then.... "*Farfie wonders in* Gay sex hurts God. *nods* Carry on. *leaves*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  *laughs!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt;  Nagi mourns because he'll never get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Farfie! *still laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  No, no, Nagi brings over his cute little boyfriend, Bombay and they have sex in Schwarz's house, Omi conviently forgetting to catalogue any useful information for Kritiker while he screams for Nagi to fuck him &lt;i&gt;harder&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh Nagilove!" "Oh ANGEL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparkle Ball:&lt;/b&gt;  Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Hammock:&lt;/b&gt; ... I really dislike Omi being called Angel ^^;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-92030964?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/92030964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/92030964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92030964' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-86455807</id><published>2002-12-23T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T18:13:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Ugh.  http://www.geocities.com/ChristianFanfiction/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; ......um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, let's start a fanfiction directory promoting agnosticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; What kind of graphics would we use for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  A little cross and devil side by side, each with big red question marks over them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I love the Challenges page of that site so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *snickering at the beliefs of others*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Write about the emotions and thoughts of a character from your favorite medium as they make their way through the Sinner's Prayer. What sins come to mind when they are asking for forgiveness? How does it make them feel to know that they are washed as white as snow?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if they come out looking like the yellow snow? Does that mean they have to do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Guess they weren't doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Title: Journal ++ Author: MrLee2U &lt;br /&gt;Domain: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ++ Rating: G &lt;br /&gt;Christian Concept: Salvation, Prayer, Forgiveness ++ Summary: An Elite Guard becomes a Christian. (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I'm just skipping to the end, and it looks... well, pretty much like I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Turtles and I walked out of the base unmolested. Everyone was quiet for a while, until Mikey spoke, "What happened?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The simple explanation is there is a God and He loves everyone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you talk about it to us at the lair?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, Donatello. No problem." I smiled. I felt that my and the turtles lives were entwined now and we would have many adventures together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Mary Sue evangelism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I was just scanning an X-Files fic, trying to see if they'd convert Scully, but it was too long so I gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I almost went into the Touched by an Angel section, but even I couldn't laugh at the redundancy of that, I don't think.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-86455807?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/86455807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/86455807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86455807' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-85577732</id><published>2002-12-05T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T23:24:15.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One random dark and stormy night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Saw this link on SlashGrievances. *shudder* Beware. &lt;a href=http://www.snitchfiction.net/cgi-bin/stories/story.cgi?id=1155&gt;http://www.snitchfiction.net/cgi-bin/stories/story.cgi?id=1155&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; No, stop, don't! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  I take it back, I don't want you to suffer it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  .......*shifts weight from foot to foot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Crap. Crap, crap, crappity crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Nooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Minerva gaped in shock, her hands automatically covering her assets, such as they were&lt;/i&gt;, Awww, there was no call for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Insulting her chest or having her naked, take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, fic, you just crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I did NOT need that mental image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Just stop there. It gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Albus almost had a heart attack when Minerva lapped the pre-cum from his piss slit.&lt;/i&gt; ........how romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  *snerkle*chortle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Jesus, where's a "life giving snake" when you really &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Flesh lolly!!!!! *dies laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I WANT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; Flesh Lolly (or Flesh Lollipop) for a Screen Name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Go forth and claim it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Minerva's twat was incredibly hot, and the moist heat was like freshly made bread pudding as it enveloped his cock.&lt;/i&gt; I'm not even going to ask how he knows that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-85577732?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/85577732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/85577732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85577732' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-85111812</id><published>2002-11-26T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T09:50:36.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Note:  The reference is to Bitchcakes having once said that she's tired of reading about naughty bits in fics, because there are so &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; of them out there.  She'd done her time in the mines.  I have an odd memory for things like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, woohoo, I topped a thousand words. A few more days work and I'll actually be able to post this puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Congratulations! Over a thousand words is no small feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I did the angsty stuff leading up to the sexy stuff, so I need to finish the sexy stuff, do the romantic stuff that comes after the sexy stuff, then go back and tack onto the beginning the fluffy stuff that leads up to the angsty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; And the sexy stuff is being a pain in the ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, but not as much as I'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I've just decided to make peace with my own PG-13-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Probably for the best. I do remember you saying you'd done your time in the genital mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; .......well. There's an interesting mental snapshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I love our conversations. I don't know who else I could have a conversation with and the phrase 'genital mines' would occur naturally in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Now instead of mines like coal mines I'm thinking mines like land mines. There's an image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; *snort* Oh. That's... even 'better'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Wow, and it's not going away, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Just replays and replays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Guess I won't do my "thousands of people in war torn nether-regions are killed or injured by genital mines each year" schtick then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry, just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Send in the UN minesweepers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Their blue helmets moving through the densely packed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I'm attempting &lt;i&gt;very hard&lt;/i&gt; not to picture a new Windows game: Genital Minesweeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  *laugh*snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Damn. Now I want to play that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Oh, Christ, this is going to kill &lt;i&gt;hours&lt;/i&gt; of time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  And I just bombed out. Which I'm sure we &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; know what it would look like it Genital Minesweeper. Thanks for that image, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  That's what I'm here for. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick addendum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; You know, every time I think of that conversation, I wonder what would happen if people got stuck in them like those Pennslyvania coal miners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Would they go on TV afterwards and talk about their ordeal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Would ABC air a movie about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uppity Dick:&lt;/b&gt; "Terror in the Nether-lands:  the Pennsylvania Genital Miners' True Story."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-85111812?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/85111812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/85111812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85111812' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-84487037</id><published>2002-11-13T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T14:20:55.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The author's note of &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1061392"&gt;Between the Panels&lt;/a&gt; by "Rogue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if the X-Men were real people, chosen by the U.N., and spliced genetically? What if when the X-Men died in the comics, the real person perished, and was replaced by a new person, given the same powers and memories? Is it possible that this would explain why they never seem to age, but change physically and emotionally every so often? Do they retire a person after so long? Where does the UN find their replacements? This story is based on that ideal, as we see it through the eyes of the woman that will be Rogue as her story is our fantasy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tedious hypothetical questions weary us so.  They never age because they are &lt;i&gt;characters&lt;/i&gt; and frequently iconic ones at that, which means they have to be eternally accessible to new fans.  They look different because &lt;i&gt;different people&lt;/i&gt; are drawning them.  So, dear story, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes and Spacecrackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-84487037?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/84487037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/84487037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84487037' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-84121462</id><published>2002-11-06T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T10:15:56.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, I love Fanfiction.net.  Where else could I run into people like the following?  So I'm browsing the FAKE section, looking to see if there are any new stories worth reading and I've seen &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=118612&gt;Wildfyre&lt;/a&gt;'s stories before (and am familiar with her work in the Yoroiden Samurai Troopers/Ronin Warriors fandom) and... well, I'll be polite and end that sentance there.  ^_~  Anyway, so I decided to check the reviews of her latest story, to see who was reviewing, if it was as mind-numbingly mediocre as her other stories (it indeed appears to be so), and I saw a note from the author as the first review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:      &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1047089&gt;Randy's Addiction Chapter 2 added by Wildefyre&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ~TEASER~ Dee finds himself trapped shot and unable to find Ryo. Getting out and getting help may prove harder then he had originally thought. ~TEASER~&lt;br /&gt;R - English - General/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5595 - Reviews: 11 - Updated: 11-4-02 - Published: 11-3-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review:  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/reviews.php?storyid=1047089&gt;This is to "SOMEONE" who left that wonderfully depressing review&lt;/a&gt; in "Two Men a Boy and a What?" I'm putting this here just in case you decide to pick on this fic as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't need to post anything and if my stories are THAT horrible then maybe I should just pull them and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know the characters that well then please enlighten us all as to their true personalities since you acted like such an authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing... If you're going to criticize and/or flame please leave a valid email addy so I can defend myself properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should scrap this fic since it probably isn't right either... I give up!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I had to go check the reviews for "&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=972459&gt;Two Men a Boy and a What?&lt;/a&gt;"  And, again, I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/reviews.php?storyid=972459&gt;someone.    2002-11-03  1 Anonymous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you really understand the characters of Fake. They all sounded like the same person to me. They always apologized and "I understand that you -- but that does not mean --" like a shrink or condescending mother. However, you did let each character take a shine to a perpection, but, how like they all sounded the same, they were equally obnoxious - even the kid, amazingly. The plot was choppy, a lot of 'why the hell didn't they do THIS instead'. I really coulnd't sympathize with any character. I actually was relieved you killed off persons because it's one less person to act self-indulgently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the drama was fine. And I am glad of the ending, how she (kid, Meg?) wasn't really Dee's daughter. It's conclusive and saddening. What ignorance isn't exactly bliss (but it can be at the end)?. Bikky's character (sorta) development was alright, in theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mean to insult. Actually, if it were myself, I'd prefere a beration than 35 reviews of "good job" and that's it. How can you improve with that? Well, I suppose theirs are as honest as mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes, it would be hard to take a review like that, god knows I wouldn't want it leveled at me, but... they were offering an &lt;i&gt;honest&lt;/i&gt; opinion and it drives me crazy that people seem to think they're being "picked on" because someone doesn't automatically gush over their work.  I want to smack Wildfyre for this attitude--and, you know, that's &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; people don't leave their e-mail addresses, because, hell, I've &lt;i&gt;talked&lt;/i&gt; to her about her YST/RW characterization.  I have no desire to &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; do that again.  Blah, blah, willfully-blind-and-stupid-author-cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... evil?  Stupid?  Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*sigh*  I weep for the state of the FAKE fandom.  -_-  I've seen maybe &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt; stories that were actually good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; feel a little better now.  ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-84121462?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/84121462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/84121462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84121462' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-83801095</id><published>2002-10-30T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T20:11:03.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Several quotes from &lt;a href=http://www.improvisation.ws/mb/showthread.php?s=&amp;threadid=4475&gt;True Porn Clerk Stories&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I think guys rent porn as a way to have the pleasure of sex without the added complexity of having to tend to someone else's needs. Which doesn't mean that he's a bad guy or won't do plenty of tending later, it's just that right now he just wants to wolf down a burger.&lt;/i&gt; You know, that's a really excellent way to put it. For awhile now, I just haven't been bothered by the fact that the vast majority of guys watch porn, because... guys are horndogs and it doesn't really mean anything to them. I know that, and I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; It's the same reason women read romance novels or watch soap operas (and &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; make fun of them), because they want that emotional connection, something that tugs at their heart strings, without all the complications that come along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Though, I do admit that I don't want it pushed into my face. I don't need to &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; about that, thanks, just like he doesn't need to hear about my crazy fannish things. (And, okay, yes, they &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; a little different, but the concept is close enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  I was talking to my friend Amanda on the phone tonight, and we actually brought up, "yeah, you've got to know me pretty well before I'm going to tell you I own gay porn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I feel so very uncool. I've never actually seen any gay porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  I've never seen the tape, just the box in her house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; We weren't quite drunk enough to actually play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; It's called "Free Range Gays" or something. It was on sale, and she just thought she ought to have some gay porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I think it's just fun to say "gay porn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Porn porn porn. This has been like the Week O' Porn for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I kind of wish I owned some gay porn. Just to own some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I own gay movies, but no actual porn. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Well if you ever get out to the east coast, we'll go to Amanda's house and watch some gay porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; About dating customers, and chatting up the guys who're renting porn: &lt;i&gt;Essentially, they they're being their very suavest with me and then ending by saying "See you later - off to masturbate!" It's just too much to know.&lt;/i&gt; I think I literally just 'sniggered'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;He could feel the pain, her pain. He could almost hear every cry that had pierced the night from her delicate lips. The desperate tears, the small, shimmering drops of salty water that had fallen down her cheeks like angels from a stormy sky. Why? Why did anyone have to feel pain like that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why does anyone have to write crap like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Why? Why did I have to feel the pain of that fic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Don't you think that angels falling from a stormy sky would be more like *THUD* or *KERSPLAT*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I'm going with *KERSPLAT*. Because that's a neat sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; And maybe a *CRUNCH*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *CRUNCH* is good. Though, there's also something to be said for the traditional *CRACK*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe a wet *CRUNCH*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, you don't need to know the characters. Just that Hiro was apparently in love with Shuuichi (they're best friends, and it IS possible that Hiro has feelings for Shuuichi, but Shuuichi &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; loves Yuki), and I guess some stuff happened or whatnot. I did not alter this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiro ran up behind yuki placing a hand on his shoulder. "dont do this to him Eiri-san. he needs you." He was met with an icy glare. "well appertently he needs you more." "Thats not true. Since you came around, he hasnt needed me. Go back." "why should i?" Because you are a moron if you dont. Hes someone you dont turn down. He'll give you everything. Take it." "and what about you?" "i plan to back off." "One more interferance from you and thats it." "Fine. Ill disapear. But you damn well better look after him." "i dont believe thats any of your concern." "yah"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  "yah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; It's just... this author didn't even capitalize &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Author's Note: This is only the prologue of the whole story. Through out this story, the theme of the story will be 'How Did I Fall In Love With You'. This is where everything starts....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you really shouldn't have to tell me the theme ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; But it's so much &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; to hit that Shift key!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-83801095?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83801095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83801095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83801095' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-83800143</id><published>2002-10-30T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T20:01:12.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Have you ever wondered... If life really is a dream, then couldn't we make it any way we choose? What if one dreamer decided that the dream, was better than reality... could he not make that dream his reality? And if he did, how many lives could he change, if he awoke, but somehow, someway, managed to return to the dream he chose to make real?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; .....well, let's just start with that first sentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Life is not a dream. That's why it's called &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt; and not &lt;i&gt;a dream&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Therefore, the rest of that is just completely invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  But... I, too, have a dream I perfer to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I have a dream that people would no longer write stupid fanfiction like that. Could I... change lives and make my dream real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;   But what if you awoke, and somehow, some way, managed to return to the dream and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what the fuck are we talking about again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Oh, right, if life were a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  But, if life were a dream than how could a dream be better than reality, because reality would &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; a dream, and there wouldn't be any difference, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Enh, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I would say that they're getting at the idea of a dream within a dream, but... that doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Because you're still just dreaming and &lt;i&gt;neither&lt;/i&gt; of them are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  And "Somehow, someway managed to return to the dream [....]"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Yeah. Because that whole taking a nap thing is really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; It's not like you can just lie down, close your eyes, and let it happen all on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  That paragraph makes less sense than 'Vanilla Sky.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Ok, i've read the first chapter of the story, and god help me, I think I understand what she's getting at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  So guy spends three years living his life and then goes off to die (what we like to call "canon"), and just as he's dying he decides he sorta liked his life after all, darn it. but instead of dying he wakes up and he's in bed with his girlfriend and it's three years ago, the Very Day Everything Went To Hell In A Handbasket. and It Was All A Dream. he's all bummed out that none of it was real and so he decides to get outta town, leaving his One True Love, but sparing her the pain of Hell In A Handbasket, and find the people from his dream (aka 'canon').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  And apparently a crucial part of this is not beginning a new paragraph every time someone new speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I think... I follow. A weird idea for a fic, but... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  And now he's thinking, 'What the fuck's wrong with me? I whined and complained and had a death wish the whole time I was in that 'dream' and now I want to go back to it when I could be with my One True Love and make sure our affair was never found out by her boyfriend/my best friend just cuz this author is a whackjob?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Um... if it was a dream... why would he think it would happen in his real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;   See above statement re: author and whackjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Got it. ^_^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;   For some reason he's going on the assumption that all the people from the dream are real, he just hasn't met them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  .....well, okay then.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-83800143?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83800143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83800143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83800143' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-83799053</id><published>2002-10-30T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T19:30:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I just have to say, if I read this sentence one more time I'm going to take drastic action. I don't know what it will be, but dammit, someone has to stand up and put a stop to these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I need to feel you inside of me. Please . . ."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  ..........you don't know how many times I've read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  It's &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; aggrivating in slash/yaoi fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  I say we start a campaign to declare a moratorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I say we start stabbing anyone who writes that line from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  That's good. I like that better. Stabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Complete with insane, "THERE! DO YOU FEEL ME INSIDE OF YOU NOW!?" shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  "Your honor, my clients just snapped. I'd like to enter into evidence Exhibit A, 100,000 pages of poorly constructed fanfiction sex scenes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I think we'd get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Especially after they read those fanfic sex scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  It's really starting to drive me nuts. A lot of times the pre-coital fingerfucking is about as sexy as a pelvic exam. And then we get stuff like,"&lt;i&gt;She felt so whole with him in her like that."&lt;/i&gt; Yes, that's all she needed to complete her. A penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I suppose we can blame it all on romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Well, really. Don't we &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; just need a penis to complete us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Guess so. It seems to be the prevailing notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  We just feel so &lt;i&gt;empty&lt;/i&gt; unless we have a penis inside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, it's like the Grand freakin' Canyon down there!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;His hips hammered against hers as he plunged into her again and again&lt;/i&gt;... blah blah blah simultaneous orgasm, roll eyes, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  No one ever mentions the "stirring macaroni" noise, which was how one friend of mine described it. Or the "What's that sound? Oh, it's his balls slapping against my ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Or my favorite from said friend, "smackin' the flan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Well. &lt;i&gt;Thank you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I'm so glad I chose that moment to come back with my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  LOL! *sheepish* I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  It's not flan, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I just thank god it wasn't macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Yeah, it'll make you think twice next time you mix up a batch of Kraft's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Personally, I don't mind the not mentioning of those noises. I like to pretend like they don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Yeah, it's probably better left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  And every sex scene has romantic music playing in the background when *I* read it, because that helps cover the non-desirable noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  That's probably why they put that music in the background of porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  .....not that it does so well at covering up the noises. I guess maybe that's part of the charm for the audience who watches porn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-83799053?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83799053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83799053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83799053' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-83798720</id><published>2002-10-30T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T19:20:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I shouldn't find this funny... but I do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Story by Nicole Wagner &lt;br /&gt;Vargas hires Sabertooth to rape and torture Gambit's sister, to hurt Gambit emotionally, just to get back at Rogue. FIXED version!&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Angst/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3751 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 10-4-02 - Published: 10-4-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; That's sure taking the long way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, vomit. Will the well of these monstrosities never run dry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. If Tomorrow Never Comes by Mrs O-Town&lt;br /&gt;While listening to a song, Vaughn and Sydney come face-to-face with their feelings...[S/V]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Next thing you know, Vargas is going to be tripping Remy's second cousin on her way to school and making her scrape her knee... just to get back at Rogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, &lt;i&gt;puke&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Timeby Jo Shmoe &lt;br /&gt;Remy must decide wheather or not to make a move. based on the song by Semisonic. Thanks to Roguechere for pointing out something to me!&lt;br /&gt;PG - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1008 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 10-4-02 - Published: 10-4-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! SONGFIC! I can't get enough of those for the X-Men, either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Woohoo! And especially songs that are years beyond their popularity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; It's wrong that I'm thinking of coming up with FFNET login name just to write negative, yet honest reviews, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Like, when an author asks, "Too mushy?" I want to say, "Yes. Too mushy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; *laughs* You &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; That would be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; They're having this open mic thing on the quad tonight. I should have gone down there and read bad fanfiction poetry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; "A Selection of Poems Entitled 'Love' On Fanfiction.net"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; That would be &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;... dramatic readings of bad fanfiction poetry. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Last year my friends and I wanted to start a Bad Art festival, but on one on the faculty would go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;6. My Friend by Jadedbest&lt;br /&gt;The problem with most A/U B/V high school fics is that they're too silly. So I guess I'll make mine angst. *Chapter 16 is up*.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would guess that main problem with most A/U B/V high school fics is that &lt;i&gt;they're set in high schools. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;*giggles* B/V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, and speaking of Alias, is now the time to taunt you about the last Will holdout caving? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, sure, taunt me. Why not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; You felt sympathy for Wiiiiii~ll. You felt sympathy for Wiiiiii~ll. HA! &lt;i&gt;Will-sympathizer&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; (That was Bulma/Vegeta, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *hangs head* I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I tried to resist! I just... wasn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Mr. Sark is still my boyfriend, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; (AUGH! B/V high school fics. I think the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; problem with those stories is that the authors are retarded. If we could just solve &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; problem....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;That's okay, Victor Garber is going to be &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; new boyfriend. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I hope you're very happy together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;And I hope you are equally happy with Mr. Sark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-83798720?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83798720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83798720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83798720' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-83798412</id><published>2002-10-30T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T19:11:39.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little things amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  *sigh* Dammit, only &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; Evo author I've ever liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  I genuinely like the world they've set up (for the most part), but it only seems to attract the authors who are writing purely about who should be with who. If I see one more annoying nickname....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  Even the movieverse got a few talented authors, why not Evo, dammit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Skewing young is all I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;   Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lost youby Ludra-jenova &lt;br /&gt;Fanfiction yaoi........LANCETRO Y EVETRO.........summary inside&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4221 - Reviews: 6 - Updated: 10-3-02 - Published: 9-16-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Pairings pairings pairings. Little hormone crazed freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;   That's really what the entire fandom is based on. Little hormone crazed freaks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever did an Evo-based website, that's what I'd call it.  &lt;i&gt;Little Hormone Crazed Freaks&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-83798412?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83798412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83798412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83798412' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-83323735</id><published>2002-10-21T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T19:13:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something you never, &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; want to read in an author's note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poem by Jewel Kilcher, taken from "a Night without armor".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!  Oh, god, it's too horrible!  I can't bear to look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1025014"&gt;You do it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-83323735?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83323735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/83323735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83323735' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82991885</id><published>2002-10-14T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T19:05:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/B&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Authors note: I wrote this because well frankly I've got so much more I can do with a new character and plus this show needs someone Australian.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &amp;quot;I wrote this because well frankly Mary Sue Mary Sue Mary Sue.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;A HREF="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1000937"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1000937&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and crappy.  The summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love,Loss and Feeding the swans by Sydney Games&lt;br /&gt;A extremly powerful agent who has lost almost everything is sent into the lives of our fave pair S/V&lt;br /&gt;PG - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 512 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 10-6-02 - Published: 10-6-02&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/B&gt;: &lt;I&gt;America yeah right I mean you can't drink until you are like 21and I can't wait another 3 years. &lt;/I&gt;  Uh huh, sure.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/B&gt;: I like the part about &amp;quot;Pfft.  &lt;I&gt;I &lt;/I&gt;am an extremely powerful Agent Mary Sue and I could do that 4k run in like 5 minutes.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;1. Mistakes Repeated by Laurie69&lt;br /&gt;Rory is abck from Washington. I suck at summaries. Its good. Rory ends up Prenant. TOTAL R/J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/I&gt;Apparently you also suck at typing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8b0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;: I'm gonna go out on a nice, sturdy limb and say she probably sucks at writing, too.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/B&gt;: Actual title:  &lt;I&gt;28. OMG! What just happened? by wishinstar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/B&gt;: &lt;I&gt;OMG!  I think someone just wrote a stupid fanfic!  by a stupid fanfic author&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82991885?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82991885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82991885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82991885' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82727854</id><published>2002-10-09T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T01:00:45.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:55:05 PM): Geez, come on, fic author! Be fair to Dean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But his constant jealousy and possessiveness were wearing her thin. She was tired of having to explain herself if she didn’t or couldn’t spend every waking moment with him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, he has every right to be jealous! She's been waffling. She's, like, cheating in her heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:56:28 PM): Beat the author with a stick! A stick with a rusty, pointy nail on the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:56:46 PM): *eyes gleam with lust for violence* Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:57:17 PM): *looks around for rusty-point-nail-stick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:57:19 PM): .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:57:24 PM): Shoot.  Don't got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:57:35 PM): Hmm. Are your fingernails pointy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:58:40 PM): No, they are sadly blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:58:57 PM): Shoot. Fingernail clippers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:59:05 PM): As long as it has the word &lt;i&gt;nail&lt;/i&gt; in the name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:59:43 PM): A have some nails. I could stick them in the end of some Emery boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:00:06 PM): There you go. Go get that nasty author!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:01:08 PM): *MacGyvers herself a weapon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THWACKTHWACKTHWACKTHWACKTHWACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:02:08 PM): I feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:02:25 PM): Violence usually solves any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:02:51 PM): Yup, there's no problem solver like violence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:03:14 PM): Unless it's a troubled relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:03:19 PM): Then sex or a baby is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:03:32 PM): Often times both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:04:50 PM): I thought that was the answer to flagging ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:05:13 PM): ......wait, people have relationships when ratings &lt;i&gt;aren't&lt;/i&gt; at stake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:06:36 PM): That's what I'm told, but I'm not sure if I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:06:54 PM): That &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:08:40 PM): I'm skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:24:17 PM): Is this "kool" poor spelling, or stupid poor spelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey! love the story! verrie good&lt;br /&gt;uve actullie MET James Marsters? I envy u. Ur my role model. was he reallie mean? w/b pritty pritty plz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (11:25:11 PM): ...... "kewl" poor spelling is what my insticts say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (11:25:45 PM): Yeah. I don't get that. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82727854?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82727854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82727854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82727854' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82727640</id><published>2002-10-09T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T00:53:53.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Evil, stupid, or both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I Love Kate and Leopold by Sassy&lt;br /&gt;I love Kate and Leopold. I really want to answer questions or anything about the movie. Read my story thing and you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;F » Kate and Leopold - G - English - General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 48 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 9-26-02 - Published: 9-26-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  ........... *tilts head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Definitely stupid. I wouldn't necessarily say evil... just... a special kind of retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, I don't sense any evil. But real, real stupid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82727640?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82727640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82727640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82727640' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82724548</id><published>2002-10-08T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T23:26:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:00:22 AM): There are 195 fics in the G.I. Joe catagory. I find this to be odd for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:00:30 AM): What uncovered ground is there in &lt;i&gt;G.I. Joe&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:02:08 AM): Wow, are people really exploring the inner lives of characters named Mudflap and Heat Rash and whatever the hell their names were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:02:55 AM): Browsing the He-Man section....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interlude in Purple by Slinky Avenger &lt;br /&gt;PWP ( Porn *With* Plot ) involving Skeletor and Evil-Lyn. *chapter three added!*&lt;br /&gt;NC-17 - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 11590 - Reviews: 15 - Updated: 8-24-02 - Published: 8-19-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:03:23 AM): Okay, really not interested in reading Skeletor porn, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:03:51 AM): I just love that it's NC-17 AND named "Interlude in Purple". That's just &lt;i&gt;asking&lt;/i&gt; people to mock it and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:05:50 AM): As if writing He-Man fic wasn't mockable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:07:40 AM): I'm now browsing the Daria fanfic section. Sometimes I feel like writing Daria/Tom just to combat all the Daria/Trent 'shippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:08:03 AM): I mean, I have nothing against the pairing itself, I was once a huge fan, but... y'know, I &lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; Tom and I liked how he evolved Daria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:08:44 AM): &lt;br /&gt;For You &lt;br /&gt;Daria and Mr. O'Niell have a secret, how long can they hide their love? Written on a dare, and for no other reason.&lt;br /&gt;F » Daria - PG-13 - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2765 - Reviews: 21 - Updated: 7-26-01 - Published: 7-26-01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:09:12 AM): *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:09:45 AM): Yeah, Daria/Trent kinda bothers me, cuz come on, people! &lt;i&gt;Let it go! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:10:49 AM): It's always a surreal trip through the Daria section because I swear every third story is some sort of batshit crossover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:13:02 AM): Such as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:13:16 AM): The last one I remember seeing was a Daria/Hamtaro one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:13:56 AM): Daria/Max Hedroom. Daria/Muppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:14:18 AM): Daria/Clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:14:27 AM): Yeah, those are all batshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:14:56 AM): Although Daria/Hamtaro might be wacked out enough to be amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:14:57 AM): Daria, Saturday Night Fever-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:16:08 AM): &lt;br /&gt;No One Loves A Fashion Divaby Ronin &lt;br /&gt;Sandi kills herself.&lt;br /&gt;PG - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3700 - Reviews: 12 - Updated: 9-2-02 - Published: 8-4-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that that's it. That's the whole synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:17:10 AM): That's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:18:31 AM): I'm now wandering the &lt;i&gt;The Road to El Dorado&lt;/i&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Nightby MissFitt &lt;br /&gt;Tulio and Miguel and a night on the town, ToonTown that is.&lt;br /&gt;NC-17 - English - Romance/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3505 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 3-29-02 - Published: 3-29-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:19:00 AM): (It still boggles my mind that there wasn't more slash for this movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:19:49 AM): Maybe it's just that not many people saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:20:25 AM): That's probably it. Which is too bad, it was actually a very enjoyable movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:21:05 AM): *&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=689846&gt;snort &lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:21:17 AM): The beginning cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:23:36 AM): *laughs* Enrique's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:24:00 AM): Oh, it only gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:24:37 AM): Uh oh. Loins are beginning to tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:25:29 AM): &lt;i&gt;He quickly surveyed who was in the bar tonight. At the far corner, a television character, Jesse Moreno, rythym guitarist for the band Mystic Spiral, sat drinking a beer. Tulio had seen Jesse on that show "Daria" several times, but never met him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:26:25 AM): I can just picture him, sullenly sipping his beer, while 'La Bouche' music plays in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:28:41 AM): Oh, I love you, retarded fic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:28:44 AM): &lt;i&gt;The techno music had faded into an eerie metal genre. Korn's "Make Me Bad" pounded in their ears and the pits of their stomachs. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Gay clubs play Korn all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:30:32 AM): &lt;i&gt;The master bedroom, as Miguel once described it, was, "masculine without too much testosterone." The king sized bed, with wrought iron head and foot boards, was covered in black velvet bedding that was never properly made&lt;/i&gt;. Because black velvet is &lt;i&gt;masculine&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:31:08 AM): Because it's black, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:31:35 AM): Well, hey. Aren't all those Elvis paintings done on black velvet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:33:26 AM): Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:39:09 AM): .....that was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:40:34 AM): Fun is one word for it, I guess.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82724548?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82724548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82724548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82724548' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82719971</id><published>2002-10-08T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T23:23:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (7:20:50 PM): -_- Oy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Sk8ter Boi by sailorstargirl13&lt;br /&gt;My first songfic! H/hr! THIS SONG ROCKS! please r+r!&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter - G - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 928 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 09-07-02 - Published: 09-07-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (7:21:27 PM): .................ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (7:22:16 PM): . Don't You See by Tellu&lt;br /&gt;Bra's the pregnant. Who's the father and why is it such a secret? More to the point how will this unborn child cause so many problems?&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Ball Z - R - English - Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 6464 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 09-07-02 - Published: 09-07-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. "Bra's the pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (7:23:07 PM): ...............I'm guessing it's probably a secret for some stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (7:23:32 PM): 12. The Mermaid by The Voices in My Head&lt;br /&gt;The life story of Starsong. A young mermaid that did what no other mermaid would do. She fell in love with a human prince and she would do anything to have him.&lt;br /&gt;Myth - PG-13 - English - Fantasy/Action/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1251 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 09-07-02 - Published: 09-07-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm pretty sure that has indeed be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (7:24:28 PM): *laughs* Nah. I'm pretty sure I would have heard of a story like that before. It's such a clever and &lt;i&gt;original&lt;/i&gt; concept!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82719971?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82719971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82719971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82719971' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82719721</id><published>2002-10-08T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T21:33:48.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Picking up from the last entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (9:50:31 PM): &lt;a href=http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=891896&amp;chapter=4&gt;http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=891896&amp;chapter=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (9:54:09 PM): &lt;i&gt;Not that I will use any of the money. I will simply redistribute it when the previous owners show themselves worthy enough to have it. Until then, it will remain in my secret storage facility in my room.&lt;/i&gt; I don't know why, but that amuses me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (9:56:29 PM): &lt;i&gt;He does not answer that. The lone bill in his hands floats to the ground as he holds his head in his hands. Slumping his shoulders slightly, he closes his eyes and continues as though I hadn't asked at all.&lt;/i&gt; *giggles* ....wait, was I &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to laugh at that or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (9:56:56 PM): I think this is supposed to be a serious installment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (9:58:24 PM): &lt;i&gt;The fact that I have telepathy and can phase out and about as I please comes in handy when I wish to observe.&lt;/i&gt; Dude! That's just &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (9:58:59 PM): It's creepy. J'onn is all William Baldwin in "Sliver".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:00:49 PM): &lt;i&gt;So . . . next time, we might even find out who slept with Hawkgirl! What was with her "painful memories" thing, anyways? &lt;/i&gt;I'm going to go out on a limb and guess her "painful memories" was being in this fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:01:11 PM): Heh. This fic blows when it's not being zany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:02:03 PM): Yeah, it had a few sparkles here and there but was missing the overall charm of the previous installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:06:40 PM): *blink* Flying Nun fic? *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:06:48 PM): ......wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:07:48 PM): 1. Mysterious Ways - a Carlos/Bertrille story by Melody Clark&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Ramirez realizes he's lost the only woman he'd ever love&lt;br /&gt;G - English - Romance/General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1512 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 08-26-02 - Published: 08-26-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. La Tormenta Grande by Melody Clark&lt;br /&gt;When Sister Bertrille is trapped by a tropical storm, only Carlos Ramirez may save her.&lt;br /&gt;PG - English - Romance/General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4491 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 08-26-02 - Published: 08-26-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (10:08:47 PM): .....................*stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (10:18:25 PM): I guess there was a lot of sexual tension between Sally Field and that guy...?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82719721?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82719721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82719721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82719721' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82719417</id><published>2002-10-08T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T21:26:24.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note:  These really are more amusing when you've read the fics in question.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:31:48 AM): Okay, stupid, stupid stupid stupid Justice League fic, but this amused me:&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Superman was up on the Karaoke stand. Martian Manhunter was next to him, looking irritated. They were singing the ever popular song, "Who let the dogs out." Superman was really into it, singing all of the lyrics like he wrote the song, but J'onn never broke a monotone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who. Who. Who. Who."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who. Who. Who. Who indeed."&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:33:31 AM): *snort* .......it's kind of scary that my brain can produce that image with very little effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:34:01 AM): With the voices and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:35:00 AM): ~&lt;br /&gt;"Oh go cry about it in your Invisible Jet Princess star-spangled-undies-in- a-bunch." Flash replied, more than a little bit irritated. He then proceeded to stick out his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman stared at the ground a bit self-consciously and muttered, "I would, but I can't find it. I don't remember where I parked it . . ." &lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:37:00 AM): *laughs* That shouldn't have worked, but it kind of did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:40:00 AM): This story is ridiculous. I'll send you the URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:40:10 AM): ~As he was "The Bat," the lights in his room were always at a romantic low. The Bat didn't just set the mood..he lived it. Hell yeah.~&lt;br /&gt;*snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:40:26 AM): &lt;a href=http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=891896&gt;http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=891896&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:41:01 AM): ........*bursts out laughing* Oh, my GOD! BAD IMAGES! But they're funny BAD IMAGES, so I don't know whether I want them in my head or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:41:09 AM): Barry White!Batman.... *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:41:27 AM): Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:42:07 AM): And you know he's probably got one of those honeymoon suit beds tucked away in the 'Cave somewhere. All red satin sheets and pillow cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:43:23 AM): &lt;i&gt;Diana lunged for Hawkgirl, screeching, "YOU LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!! HE IS DIFFERENT!!!"&lt;/i&gt; That amuses me for some reason. Diana &lt;i&gt;lunged&lt;/i&gt; her. I'm sure there's a good joke in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:44:53 AM): It's just wacky. In a good way, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:44:59 AM): &lt;i&gt;"Telepathy. Duh," he replied in monotone.&lt;/i&gt; Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:45:54 AM): &lt;i&gt;"Okay peepo . . . Tonigh isa Karaoke Nigh . . . Gitta pah-nah . . . and go tu a mica-rapho. Yoo picka song. Yoo tell me wha you wann!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:46:36 AM): But hey, "no offence", right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:46:55 AM): None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:47:14 AM): &lt;i&gt;"Okay . . . So, about those wings of yours . . . Do you have them when you are born, or do they come later on, like puberty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a sick and twisted little man."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come on. That's a perfectly legitimate question and not even phrased all that badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:48:03 AM): It's like someone asking if we're born with arms or do we get them with puberty? It's not sick and twisted. GRR! Must... not... try... to apply... logic... to... fic...! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:48:55 AM): Don't think about it, Brak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (3:54:45 AM): Whoo. Chapter 3 is by far my favorite. These chicks are nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (3:59:22 AM): &lt;i&gt;To put it simply, the other Leaguers were kind of scared of him, and his self-sufficient habits.&lt;/i&gt; So... what? They'd be more comfortable if Batman was co-dependant and &lt;i&gt;needy&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:00:42 AM): Oh, now that's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:07:04 AM): &lt;i&gt;IN SUPERMAN'S BEDROOM: around midnight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing his unrequited crush on Diana, the way he pines for her, and the proven... &lt;i&gt;oddity&lt;/i&gt; of this fic with the BarryWhite!Batman... I don't REALLY want to know what Superman is doing in his bedroom right now, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:08:28 AM): You'd think you wouldn't, but it turns out to be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:08:42 AM): &lt;i&gt;Superman mumbled to himself as he climbed back into bed, "I hope Lois isn't doing pot because she is getting awfully paranoid."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:09:33 AM): Cuz pot makes you paranoid. Not, like, "Wow, I'm getting awfully paranoid. I'd better do some pot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:10:19 AM): Well, hey, it might releave the stress of being so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:11:06 AM): Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:11:57 AM): &lt;i&gt;"And for god's sake, put some pants on. You never know when the ladies will be up. &lt;/i&gt;Yes. Because that's &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; how Superman would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:13:03 AM): &lt;i&gt;NEXT TIME: So, who DID Hawkgirl get jiggy with? &lt;/i&gt;I vote J'Onn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:13:15 AM): Seconded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:17:00 AM): &lt;i&gt;He groaned. "Crap," he said, "I need to get home."&lt;/i&gt; *snort* Just the idea of Batman groaning, "Crap." amuses the, well, crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:20:35 AM): Hawkgirl running around without her mask on does make me wonder. We've seen lots of Batman in his own series, Diana, J'Onn, and Clark don't wear masks, and we've seen John without his mask... will we ever get episodes like that for Wally and Hawkgirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:20:40 AM): Heh. "The Joker got away again. Crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:20:55 AM): I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:21:19 AM): &lt;i&gt;(no offence to fingerless midgets.)&lt;/i&gt; Hee. That just amused me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:21:50 AM): If they're fingerless, how did they do the plucking? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:23:46 AM): And it won't stop with 'crap', I'm sure. "Two-Face and Poison Ivy have escaped from Arkham. Shucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:25:59 AM): &lt;i&gt;Before J'Onn could take another card from him, Green Lantern slapped his cards on the table and stood up. "I'm sick of this. I want fishsticks," he said, and exited the room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:27:14 AM): &lt;i&gt;He wanted to be the tamer. &lt;/i&gt;Ewwwwwwwwww. So much badness there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:27:49 AM): Yeah, &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a pleasant metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:27:59 AM): I liked the card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:29:48 AM): Okay, I admit I laughed at Hawkgirl &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to go postal on J'Onn's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:31:21 AM): I think one of my very favorite parts is when hawkgirl proposes Crazy Eights and J'Onn replies, "Bring it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers&lt;/b&gt;  (4:33:24 AM): Scarily enough, I can &lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes&lt;/b&gt;  (4:33:37 AM): Of course. Cuz Carl Lumbly rules.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82719417?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82719417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82719417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82719417' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82718440</id><published>2002-10-08T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T21:07:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A conversation from awhile back... that basically speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; You know what I find hilarious? Jay/Silent Bob slash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; .....eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I mean, Jesus Christ, can't &lt;b&gt;anybody&lt;/b&gt; just be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; No. No, they can't. Not if we have Bible slash in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; We watched Chasing Amy last night, so I'm perusing the Kevin Smith section of FFNET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Bible slash. That I have not seen. Jesus/Peter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Daniel/Nebuchadnezzar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Not sure. I've stayed far, faaaar away. I might be hallucinating, but I think Judas might have been mentioned...? Not like I'm an expert on Bible relationships, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Probably Judas/Jesus. Angsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Alyssa looked down at her hands, a thick section of hair falling over her eyes. There was a chance Holden was right, and a threesome would settle everything. ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's apparently a chance that Alyssa had a lobotmy before appearing in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I am torn between amusement and horror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; ...........I'm going with amusement right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, lookie, this author also writes Whose Line Is It Anyway slash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; .........&lt;i&gt;dude&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; That's just incredibly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Her home page. http://www.angelfire.com/az2/taylorjameson/index2.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I almost want to ask what pairing, but I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Various, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; .....Matt and Trey? *laughs!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, I found that amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; You know what I've never seen? South Park slash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; .....aaand, there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; That's one less thing you haven't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I think that list is getting down to about one thing left. (Ie, CHiPs slash.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Where IS that, anyway? How could we NOT have seen CHiPs slash by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know! It's kind of... weird, because it &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be there. I don't necessarily &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; it to be there, but I expect it to be there and when it's not, it's very disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *cackling madly with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;"Banky, I'm sorry...I want to make it up to you." Holden moved to his friend's side. "Why don't we go off together, maybe take a cruise somewhere...just get the hell out of Jersey for a while."&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a cruise! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, god, that was both hideous and hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; *laughs* Because a cruise can solve anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; "Now we can have mushy gay love! Everything's fixed! Yay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; You find the weirdest shit. Though, that reminds me... I totally cannot remember, did I share the horrible, horrible Beauty and the Beast (as in the Disney movie) 'darkfic' with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; No, I don't think you did. I'd probably remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Beauty and the Beast: Darkness http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=776039.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Oh god, i just got the best visual of Ben Affleck and Jason Lee on the Love Boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; You get the best creepy visuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I love the way this story starts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No...it can't be. It just can't be! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;Belle fell to the floor weeping and sobbing and screaming. She had just recieved the news that her father drowned to death in a lake when he was running from wolves and the ice cracked. Belle was unconsolable. Claude had tried to talk to her, but she pushed him away. Finally, Mrs. Potts put some chloroform on a handkerchief and put it up to Belle's nose and mouth. Within seconds, she was asleep. She was carried to her room and they put her in the bed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *laughing* That's excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; And it only gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Belle was due for a psychotic break. You can tell she's unstable just by looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; ~....her scream was like that of a lost soul in Hell. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; ~He then took her to a special room for people who got killed in the castle. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggle* The magical enchanted morgue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Yes! That was the line that just floored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"I lost my father...and now Angelique. Claude, I don't want any more deaths."&lt;/i&gt; Gosh! She says that as if she knows there are going to be more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; This is just full of gems. ~&lt;i&gt;Angelique knew that too, so to keep him from committing adultery by sleeping with her, then Anette, she decided they wouldn't marry. Ever. At least not until Anette was dead.&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Angelique knew that too, so to keep him from committing adultery by sleeping with her, then Anette, she decided they wouldn't marry. Ever.&lt;/i&gt; *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Jinx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Not that that was creepy or anything. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh goodness me! Cogsworth's in trouble!" worried Mrs. Potts.&lt;br /&gt;"No shit?" snapped Anette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"But girls, it could be true, but it's probably not." said Lumiere.&lt;/i&gt; I love the solid confidence he has in his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Question: Is there Lumiere/Cogsworth slash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, I love the "author's note" in chapter 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; That thought frightens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I loved the part where calling the author's grammar "atrocious" is attacking them as a &lt;i&gt;person&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I am my grammar and my grammar is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Shut up, you psychotic whore!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; The area of her nightgown where he'd thrust hard in her began to bleed through the silk fabric. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;i&gt;nightgown&lt;/i&gt; is bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Finally, she went limp. He felt of her pulse. She still had one. She wasn't breathing though. He decided to leave it on her and then check back later to see if she was dead. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; *snort* Check back later to see if she was dead!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;He left the room and ran out the door before anyone could see him....anyone, except Mrs. Potts, who had been watching through a hole in the door.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Ka-reepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Well, Belle spends three weeks comatose, but once she wakes up she recovers damn quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, pardon me, catatonic, not comatose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;She gasped as she realized that she was engaged to a murderer and rapist. She walked outside and went to her special spot she used to spy on him.&lt;/i&gt; .....what IS it with people spying on each other in this fic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;As he approached the castle, he told his horse to go back home.&lt;/i&gt; .....um. Since this is based on a Disney movie, I don't know whether to scorn that or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; There are plenty of other things to scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; And you have to read the reviews when you've finished, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; All of the smirking and devilish grinning is very off-putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Oh. There is the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; review by "Dice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I just read that one! I heart that review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; That is a marvelous set of reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I love people saying it "has potential." Potential for &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I love it when people come to the defense of the author, like they're just &lt;i&gt;appalled&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;shocked&lt;/i&gt; that someone on Fanfiction.Net would say something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; *sadly* And FFNET used to be such a wholesome place, too. But it's been corrupted by those evil pricks who leave nasty reviews on this brilliant 'dark and &lt;i&gt;mature&lt;/i&gt;' masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Why can't authors be free to slaughter and rape Disney characters in peace, dammit, why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; And don't forget rip out their throats and have them be completely fucking retarded. Why can't we all just get along!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Well, I meant slaughter and rape in the figurative as well as literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Let writers write! Self expression is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; I... uh... just figured that the retardation was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; spectacular that it should be mentioned seperately? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; That was pretty spectacular retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; My life is much richer for having read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Mine as well. I'd forgotten how fulfilling bad fic could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Quote from 'Baby Maybe http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=774116', 'an Anakin/Padme' fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Padme:I want us to have a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin:Well…(Sighs) Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padme:YAY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Padme Skywalker was sitting on her bed.Her husband Anankin who she delightfully calls “Ani” was in the bathroom shaving)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is delightful, isn't it. So delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; The fic descends into complete babble by the end. It drops all pretense of trying to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Is it serious? Or a parody? Or just a very bad humor fic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes I think it's serious, but other times I get the sense that he's trying to be funny and just... not very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; It's quite ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; It would make a wonderful Bad Fanfic Sock Puppet Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; "Hank Solo?" *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Oh. Bad Fanfic Sock Puppet Theatre. That is truly one of the great ideas of our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; I've got to get to the craft store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; Can you imagine being in the audience for a showing of that? I would go to every single show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#00008B"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; The smutty fics would be funny. Full on sock puppet humping! Full frontal sock nudity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; You'd have to get people who could do it without laughing, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;FONT size="1" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="#8B0000 "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; But if you could find those people... &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt;, that would be &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82718440?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82718440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82718440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82718440' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-82059182</id><published>2002-09-24T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T15:23:29.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is something I've been pondering for awhile and am wondering if it's just an anime thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an... odd phenomenon... I've noticed on FFNET that's happened twice now.  I'm not sure how to explain it without giving examples, but... within a catagory, there forms a loose group of people who all write the same pairing (this is usually fandoms where there are a &lt;i&gt;ton&lt;/i&gt; of different pairings, at the very least six or seven that are written regularly) and they become friends, they all review each other's work with &lt;i&gt;every damn chapter&lt;/i&gt;, and they all write that brain-bleedingly &lt;i&gt;mediocre&lt;/i&gt; fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;And while all the stories are different, the feel of them so closely mirrors each other than you swear a single person could be writing them &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;.  It's like they're &lt;i&gt;clones&lt;/i&gt; of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first noticed this in the Yoroiden Samurai Troopers/Ronin Warriors fandom, and now it's happening in the Weiss Kreuz one.  Let me give some examples.  (Btw, in case anyone didn't know, "Ran" and "Aya" are the same person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ANGEL Projectby LittleIsa &lt;br /&gt; *CHAP. 2 UP* KenxRan - Ken, Yohji and Omi have been given a new team member named Ran. But with him comes a danger that hides itself in human form. What does all this have to do with Ran? Why won’t Kritiker release information about their new teammate?&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 10042 - Reviews: 12 - Updated: 9-24-02 - Published: 9-18-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Please, Give Me Another Chanceby Atsureki &lt;br /&gt;Hatefilled words from Ken to Aya breaks the latter and now Ken will have to pay for his actions. Can he live with what his words resulted in? (Aya/Ken One-sided)&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3484 - Reviews: 19 - Updated: 9-23-02 - Published: 9-21-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love On A Leashby Atsureki &lt;br /&gt;AU!!! Be aware of slavery, abuse and such (Nothing real graphic though!) Owner after owner has abused him and now he finds himself owned by Ran. Will it be another hell or is life finally giving him a break?&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 8575 - Reviews: 61 - Updated: 9-23-02 - Published: 9-14-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No Goodbyesby fei &lt;br /&gt;A fic with JIN. The White Hunters are disbanding. No time left. Will Ran and Ken be able to confess their love before it's too late? Shounen ai.&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3515 - Reviews: 13 - Updated: 9-23-02 - Published: 9-23-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Learning To Accept Himby Cece &lt;br /&gt; Sequel to 'Revealing Myself'! Aya is having a hard time getting Ken to become intimate with him, because he's so new to gay relationships. AyaKen, YojiOmi - Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1410 - Reviews: 21 - Updated: 9-21-02 - Published: 9-21-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hormones: The Teen Kindby Jin &lt;br /&gt;[complete] A single word spoken in haste has brought trouble to Ken. But his hormones just seem to add more to the problem. AU, YAOI (you have been warned), RanKen&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 8 - Words: 34593 - Reviews: 147 - Updated: 9-21-02 - Published: 7-24-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I Never Even Told Youby Atsureki &lt;br /&gt; (Aya/Ken) In the moment of truth Aya failed to tell Ken he loved him now he has to fight to prove his feelings. Words unspoken can hurt more than you think... Can Ken see what always was there?&lt;br /&gt;PG - English - Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5952 - Reviews: 23 - Updated: 9-19-02 - Published: 9-7-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Before I'mby Keeshe Kal'daka &lt;br /&gt; [ RanKen ] Will Ran ever have a chance to tell Ken his feelings.....?&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1106 - Reviews: 6 - Updated: 9-19-02 - Published: 9-19-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Forever Not Yoursby Atsureki &lt;br /&gt; (Aya/Ken) Songfic! How do you tell your lover that you won't be there anymore? How do you leave when you don't want to? Might make you cry... (Seq. added)&lt;br /&gt;PG - English - Angst/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5842 - Reviews: 12 - Updated: 9-18-02 - Published: 8-17-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sweetby Keeshe Kal'daka &lt;br /&gt; [ RanKen ] Ran now has something against a certain candy and food that Ken really likes... [ R'r!!!! UPDATED ] ]&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 - English - Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2309 - Reviews: 24 - Updated: 9-17-02 - Published: 9-5-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Can't Be With Youby Cece &lt;br /&gt; [AU] Ken finds himself longing for a student, named Ran, who has absolutely no interest in him because of his social class. - Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 5 - Words: 9437 - Reviews: 77 - Updated: 9-17-02 - Published: 8-17-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Second Chancesby Atsureki &lt;br /&gt; 8 years after Weiss is ended Ken is deeply unhappy in his marriage when he stumbled over a beaten Ran. Can their love survive? Is there such a thing as second chances?&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 - English - General - Chapters: 7 - Words: 10558 - Reviews: 43 - Updated: 9-17-02 - Published: 8-26-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Blooming Affectionby Keeshe Kal'daka &lt;br /&gt;[ AU RanKen ficcy. ] When they were kids, Ran and Ken made a bond to be friends forever...Now Ken comes home again after five years, will Ran be all forgiving? [ Chapter 1 added ]&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 - English - Romance/General - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2097 - Reviews: 29 - Updated: 9-15-02 - Published: 9-9-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To Earn My Wingsby Cece &lt;br /&gt;A young girl descends into heaven. However, she must accomplish one good deed to receive her wings. Her mission: To play matchmaker for two oblivious and ignorant young men... As a cat! AyaKen, YojiOmi! - Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1422 - Reviews: 21 - Updated: 9-15-02 - Published: 9-15-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop now; you get the idea.  There are about five or six of them (and by the way those were all posted over the last &lt;i&gt;seven days&lt;/i&gt;) and it's like they're clones of each other.  And while the stories are all these weird, wacky, off-the-wall ideas, it feels like the same story over and over again, nothing really new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just wondering if that only happened in the fandoms I frequent or if, like, the Alias fandom or Buffy fandom got it, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that these stories don't have their worth sometimes, mind.  If you can view them as whacked soap opera versions of your favorite characters, it's actually kind of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-82059182?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82059182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/82059182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82059182' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-81713159</id><published>2002-09-17T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T20:40:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FFNET Just In list, you suck so hard you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=971085"&gt;The Teenage powerpuff Girls by Sakura [Himura] Myoujin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bubbles wished 2 be a real girl, it did happened and Blossom and ButterCup became a real girl 2, yet the professor was persuade 2 make another PowerPuff, in this case, the girls ran away and never came back untill they reached teenagers. Include romance.&lt;br&gt;F » Powerpuff Girls - G - English - Action/Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 987 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 9-17-02 - Published: 9-17-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=971084"&gt;Xander's Zone by darkangel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;When Xander returns home from his mission and vacation with Yelena, he must find a way to deal with leaving behind and saying goodbye to the life he has known for so long...and the woman he didn't even know he loved...&lt;br&gt;F » xXx - R - English - Action/Adventure/Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4686 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 9-17-02 - Published: 9-17-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-81713159?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/81713159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/81713159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81713159' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-77381894</id><published>2002-06-05T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T12:37:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mocking &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/&gt;Fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt; postings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; The Fanfiction.net just in list makes the baby Jesus cry.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=815508&gt;Tears Of Promises by HopelessLove123&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl named Teri and a boy named Alan are worst enemies for 11 years. In High school everyone picks on her,but what if Alan finds out about Teri's family secret. what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Novel - PG-13 - English - Romance - Review: 0 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1041 - Updated: 06-03-02 - Published: 06-03-02&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Let me guess... Teri's horrible, nasty, just awful family secret is that they all post retarded fics on Fanfiction.net?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=815503&gt;Another Day by punkyballerina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::slash:: You are everything to me. Nothing could tear us apart, but if, for one moment, something could...what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182 - PG-13 - English - Drama/Romance - Review: 0 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1090 - Updated: 06-03-02 - Published: 06-03-02&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess... crappy fanfic again?  Man, retarded fic ruins &lt;I&gt;everything&lt;/I&gt;!  *stomps foot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=815502&gt;Girl Power by ACK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its my book report. But it tells a bit about Page, in case you forgot kinda what happened. Uh...well...bye!&lt;br /&gt;Tamora Pierce - G - English - General - Review: 0 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1149 - Updated: 06-03-02 - Published: 06-03-02&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; ........................I don't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt; Dammit, just because you type something doesn't mean you have to post it to Fanfiction.net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  And now the site is being bitchy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spacecrackers:&lt;/b&gt;  It just started doing the same thing to me.  Grr.  Dammit, I wanted to read this one:  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=815498&gt;Friend or Foe by Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for anyone who has ever been in a abusive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Original Poetry - PG - English - Drama - Review: 0 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 510 - Updated: 06-03-02 - Published: 06-03-02&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bitchcakes:&lt;/b&gt;  Ah, thank goodness there's a venue for our serious young poets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-77381894?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/77381894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/77381894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77381894' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-77141207</id><published>2002-05-30T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T09:18:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=761880&gt;Weiss Kreuz - The Compition by Kyri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what would happen if Ranners and Aya-chan were both after the same thing? Sparks are gonna fly!&lt;br /&gt;PG - English - Romance/Humor - Review: 19 - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1585 - Updated: 05-27-02 - Published: 05-05-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm reading Weiss Kreuz fanfic again.  I picked up what looked like it could be a cute and funny little "Aya-chan and Ran compete over Ken" fic.  (I admit that I have a weakness for those.)  I'm reading it and thinking, "Not great, but I wasn't expecting brilliance, either."  Then I get to the pet-name Aya-chan has for her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ranny&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screws up face*  God, fic, what did I ever do to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?  Why would you do that to me?  &lt;i&gt;Ranny&lt;/i&gt;?  It's like "Kenny" only a thousand times worse!  The Japanese do not do the cutey little "-ny" thing.  That's American and says you probably know almost nothing about the culture your characters come from.  If you wanna be cutesy in Japanese call him "Ran-chan" or, I dunno, "Ranko."  ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote a couple of passages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why Ranny, getting jealous that he's starting to pay more attention to me?" she said with mock innocence, fluttering her mascara glittering eyelashes. Aya was gratified that her barb had struck a nerve, making her sibling sputter and falter at it. She knew that Ran had the biggest crush on the soccer player, just like her, however, this was one time she knew she would win. Her loosing was just not in the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran stoically contemplated the blue haired girl that was his sister. It seemed to him that at least something's don't change, i.e. their competitiveness with each other. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, sure, the two siblings got along, but there were times when the clashing of wills could produce very visible sparks. He knew, as all older brothers know, that she thought that Ken Hidaka was very cute and the greatest thing since sliced bread, i.e. she had a major crush on the brown- eyed boy. Of course he felt the same way. The violet ice eyed leader of the shop was determined not to let his sister win. He swore that Ken would be his, by any means necessary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things wrong with this, I'm not even sure where to start.  Since you can probably pick them out yourself, I'm not going to waste my hatred on this.  But does anyone want me to have a seizure?  Because I could pitch a fit and have a seizure if someone wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah, I used up all my funny yesterday.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-77141207?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/77141207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/77141207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77141207' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-77083160</id><published>2002-05-28T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T19:04:04.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Browsing the Just In list at Fanfiction.net again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Sick Author In The MK Demension Doesn't Mix by zero&lt;br /&gt;O.K. so sue me, i wrote this when I was sick. DON'T FLAME ME!! I hate flames, last time I got this really realy bad flame i didn't eat for a day in a half because it was so bad, it got me REALLY depresssed. So Please READ AND REVIEW!!&lt;br /&gt;Megami Kouhosei - G - English - Humor/Humor - Review: 1 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1222 - Updated: 05-28-02 - Published: 05-28-02&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O.K. so sue me, this is another bad fic.  DON'T WRITE BAD FIC!  I hate bad fic, last time I read this really bad fic, I didn't eat or sleep for a week because it was so bad, it got me REALLY depressed!  So please don't post these to FFNET anymore, O.K.?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-77083160?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/77083160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/77083160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77083160' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76774320</id><published>2002-05-20T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T17:52:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/justin.php"&gt;FanFiction.Net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=788228"&gt;Zander's Fine Day Out&lt;/a&gt; by Spike jnr&lt;br /&gt;Buffy eats and Zander ends up in jail after a very embarrassing day&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: The Vampire Slayer - NC-17 - English - Humor/Parody - Review: 0 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1432 - Updated: 05-20-02 - Published: 05-20-02&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xander changes the spelling of his name to conceal his appearance in this fic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76774320?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76774320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76774320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76774320' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76756639</id><published>2002-05-20T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T09:00:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me save everyone the trauma of reading the fic and summarize what Maria goes through for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:  SPOILERS A-HOY!  DON'T READ IF YOU WANT TO BE SURPRISED BY THE "SHOCKING" PLOT TWISTS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being an amnesiac is hard. I don't know--hey, who's that?? I think I'll follow her! Drat, lost her. Oh, well, I'll just go back to my room and read the paper. Hey, a wedding announcement! Neat! *pause* Waaah! All my memories are coming back! What am I going to do? I love both my husbands! But surely something will work out! I'll go visit my previous husband now! WHAM! *dies*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The.  End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76756639?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76756639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76756639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76756639' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76756495</id><published>2002-05-20T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T08:53:56.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With the return of Maria (Eva LaRue Callahan) to &lt;i&gt;All My Children&lt;/i&gt; imminent, this is the perfect time to share this little gem.  It starts out a yawner, but trust me, it finishes strong.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/fanfics/memories.htm"&gt;Memories&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/fanfics/index.html"&gt;Gyrlfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's got crappy fanfics for all your favorite ABC soaps!  But they're still better than anything Jill Farren Phelps tries to shove down our throats!  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76756495?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76756495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76756495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76756495' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76755278</id><published>2002-05-20T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T08:10:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee, isn't poetry neat?  Here's a little poem by one Stancy McKatt called "He is the Batman..."  Nice use of the ellipsis in the title there.  Creates suspense.  He is the Batman... ...&lt;i&gt;And?  And?!&lt;/i&gt;  And this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;He is the Batman....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hiding in the shadows,&lt;br&gt;Till the time is right.&lt;br&gt;Hiding in the shadows,&lt;br&gt;Till the time to join the fight,&lt;br&gt;for what's right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Melting into the shadows.&lt;br&gt;Silent like the shadows,&lt;br&gt;he hides in.&lt;br&gt;The occasional shadow leaping from,&lt;br&gt;roof-top to roof-top.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A legend? No.&lt;br&gt;Though it may seem.&lt;br&gt;Foe, evil, and villain... beware.&lt;br&gt;Safe it may seem,&lt;br&gt;but beware because he's there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Shadow of the night,&lt;br&gt;doing what's right,&lt;br&gt;stopping a gang fight.&lt;br&gt;He's the Dark Knight...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the Batman.... &lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where to begin?  The piece starts out with a comfortable ababc rhyme scheme, but then suddenly swerves into something like free-verse.  This is obviously meant to reflect the controlled chaos of the Batman's nightly work, as well as his own fragmented psyche.  Note also the visual appearance of the poem.  Can it be a coincidence that if one turns one's gaze sideways, one is given an impression of the Gotham skyline?  Then there is the significant reiteration of the word "shadows."  Obviously, the poet is alluding to the work of Carl Jung.  &lt;p&gt;In the third stanza, the concrete reality of the Batman is affirmed.  He is not merely a mythical figure, a symbolic exercise in examining the shadow self.  In a daring move, the poet risks alienating her audience by equating the reader with the addressed "foe, evil, and villain."  This succeeds, however, because we all must struggle with our darker impulses.  The Batman, then represents this struggle.   We must be aware.  We must "beware."  Why?  "Because he's there."&lt;p&gt;The final stanza boldy reasserts the Jungian association by capitalizing "Shadow".  It then forcefully drives home its meter and rhyme like a series of punches.  In the end, however, it coyly backs off from the certain and the concrete, using the ellipses to leave us with the sense of shrouded mystery.  "He's the Batman..."  &lt;p&gt;Indeed.  &lt;p&gt;[&lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=757467"&gt;URL&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76755278?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76755278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76755278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76755278' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76755100</id><published>2002-05-20T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T07:58:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things that annoy me about Fanfiction.net.  But one of the major things is that so many of their decisions don't make any goddamned &lt;i&gt;sense&lt;/i&gt;.  *holds up hands*  Okay, I can see why they got rid of the MST catagory.  They probably had a lot of complaints about people abusing the section and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, if you're going to delete an entirey catagory, why not a few others, too?  If &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; ran Fanfiction.net, the Original Poetry section would be gone like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.  The novels section would also be history.  (It's &lt;i&gt;Fanfiction&lt;/i&gt;.net, and anyone who goes there looking for original fic is someone I doubt I could ever understand.)  The review system?  Toast.  &lt;i&gt;Burnt&lt;/i&gt; toast.  What do I have against Fanfiction.net reviews?  Simple, they're completely and utterly useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen bad karaoke fics get hundreds of "reviews" while brilliant epics are lucky to get seven comments total.  Reviews are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a good way for the author to get feedback (occasionally they are, but most of the time, they're just sycophants giving the author's ego a blowjob) and they're not a good way for people to find the better fanfics.  They encourage stupid and crappy writers to pander to their audiences in an immature contest to see who can get the most votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negatives of the reviews section far outweights the positives and I'll bet ditching that section would free up a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of resources for the servers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also?  Alternate language sections would be gone.  Guys, you have enough on your plates with the English-speaking community, don't stretch yourself too far.  If you have the resources, make a seperate site for other languages all together.  99% of the fanfics are in English anyway, so I can't imagine that the site is doing all that much good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand some of the boneheaded moves the site has made.  I admit that sometimes things I didn't like turned out to be good--the chaptering system actually works pretty well.  It doesn't really deter retards from posting itty bitty chapters but it helps that I don't have to see eight gazillion parts in a row listed for one story.  But I still hate that word count thing.  Is a comma before the last three numbers &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; so hard to put in there?  And why can't we sort by fic size?  All you can sort the listings by are update/publishing date, rating, catagory, and language.  Dammit, I want to be able to filter out those 200-word stories, because I refuse to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do they need their own Instant Messaging service?  Are AIM, IRC, ICQ, and MSN Messenger not enough?  And you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; it's going to be stable for about a month then totally flake out just like the rest of Fanfiction.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....bah.  There.  There's your anger and hatred, does that cheer you up, Bitchcakes?  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel justified in posting this here because Fanfiction.net is Evil and Stupid.  But you already knew that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76755100?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76755100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76755100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76755100' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76754647</id><published>2002-05-20T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T07:35:41.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've used up the majority of my vitriol for the night.  I just find it kind of sad in that way that makes me laugh out loud that she keeps using the name "Sarah" over and over and over in her fics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, if it makes you feel better, I could read one of her Ronin Warriors fanfics and have a seizure and spaz all over this blog...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76754647?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76754647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76754647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76754647' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76754448</id><published>2002-05-20T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T07:27:53.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate &lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=55204"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; person.  I just... hate her.  That's all.  It's not a very entertaining sort of hate.  It's just that bone-weary, slightly &lt;i&gt;itchy&lt;/i&gt; hate that makes me want to curl up with a good apocalypse; a nice cup of cocoa and the screams of the damned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76754448?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76754448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76754448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76754448' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-76170806</id><published>2002-05-04T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T21:35:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't evil, but it is pretty stupid.  But not in an offensive way.  In fact, it's pretty darn cute.  Golly gee, is it just the cutest darn thing.  I don't know if I've ever read anything cuter.  In fact, it's the&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=759515"&gt;Battle of the Cutest&lt;/a&gt; by Fuzziness&lt;br /&gt;A tournament for the best, cutest Pokémon is being held at the National Park. All my favorite Pokémon are in this! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon - G - English - Humor - Review: 0 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1009 - Updated: 05-04-02 - Published: 05-04-02&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy, Pokemon are so freakin' cute I just want to hug them and squeeze them and make cute little Pokemon sounds until my head explodes from all the @!$#% cuteness.  &lt;i&gt;Char! Char!&lt;/i&gt;  Plus, Pokemon make me think of &lt;a href="http://www.x-entertainment.com"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;, and Matt is dreeeeeeamy.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-76170806?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76170806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/76170806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76170806' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75910423</id><published>2002-04-27T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T20:28:54.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=408850&gt;My Sweet by Lady Lemon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should really put this one up here, because it wasn't really evil, and it was only mildly stupid.  The major problem this fic had was that it wasn't written all that well.  It wasn't &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; (especially not to the point it was evil), but it wasn't good, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive points:&lt;br /&gt;-Avoided the AyaxKen cliche and instead went for the rarer KenxAya cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative points:&lt;br /&gt;-Apparently, this is part of a "sitcom" universe where Aya and Ken have triplets.  This was the night they were conceived.  Being that Ken is on top, I assume Aya is the one getting pregnant...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure:&lt;br /&gt;-Food cliches.  &lt;i&gt;With Aya now covered in cake batter from the shoulders down, Ken reached for a can of whipped cream. He made circles around Aya's erect penis, moving upward, until it was completely covered, and topping it with a marachino cherry.&lt;/i&gt;  Chocolate cake mix, whipped cream, and a cherry?  *laughs*  All that's missing was a banana or a popsicle and we'd have had &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the symoblic sex foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that made me laugh:  &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"How rude of me", he chastized himself. "I didn't offer you any dessert." He took the can of whipped cream and decorated his member in the same way he had Aya's, and then shoved it into Aya's mouth. Aya savored the sweet creaminess, massaging with his gifted mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahuvoo", Aya mumbled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all can make your own decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75910423?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75910423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75910423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75910423' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75900125</id><published>2002-04-27T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T13:59:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Uppity Dick" (where she gets her name will be apparent in a moment....) is a good friend, and has &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; talent to find the most retarded fiction on Fanfiction.net.  I bow before it.  *worships*  She's the one that found that Facts of Life story.  *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look!  Pretty colors so you can tell who's saying what more easily!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;I *so* have additions for the Evil and Stupid blogsite.  See, this is why I'll be running like crazy over the next couple of weeks trying to put together my Grand Rounds lecture...because I'm busy getting squicked over fics like "Super Kum" instead.  Read and share the horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=729109&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=729109&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;....oh, god.  More bad Smallville fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Bitchcakes just made me read a Lex/Chloe/Clark threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Hee hee...I was reading your respective blogs right after I logged on today, and I caught that one too.  Trust me, that reads like the Brothers Freakin' Karamazov compared to "Super Kum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Interestingly, some of the better "Smallville" fics I'm finding lately seem to be Chloe/Lex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;It's not as much fun when it's supposed to be parody, but I gotta give points to any fic that has the line:  ~A large one at that; his red-white poka dot boxers had split down the middle, fabric torn to make room for his large, uppity dick.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snort*  "Uppity dick".  That would make a *great* username.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;~Oddly enough, his mother had hidden the magazines in his father's closet, and a lot of the pages were stuck together.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....ewwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;LOL!  *snerk*  ROFL...oh god...I *have* to be "Uppity Dick" to your Spacecrackers and Bitchcakes.  That's just too funny!  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;It gets much better...erm, worse?...than John's sticky Playgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;I'm pretty sure Bitchcakes wouldn't mind if we added another person to the blog, if you wanted to join as "Uppity Dick"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;And it's not like there's any pressure to post.  We barely do.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;So much for that threatening ol' Update Stick.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;..... *TWITCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;I saw it *ahem* coming, and it still freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;All over his *mother*?  Whose bathrobe is open?  Okay, story, you just lost all the points you gained for "Uppity Dick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;That's just *wrong*.  Parody or no parody.  EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Yeah, this is one of these oddball stories that's parody, yet just badly written enough that you cringe for the wrong reasons, too ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;*laugh*  You do have a talent for finding those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;That's true, I think it started with that "Facts of Life" parody.  *G*  Not to mention the "Boston Public in Atlanta" craptaculo-rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;I bow down before your mighty talent to find the most retarded fics on FFNET.  *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Ewwww.  Poor, poor Lana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Okay, I am completely and totally squicked now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;I don't know, the HP Karaoke-fest was squickworthy in a whole 'nother way.  I know - that second chapter was just gross, I didn't even find it very funny.  Probably because I'm one of the few folks out there who actually *likes* Lana and Whitney as individual characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Yeah, I don't care for the Clark/Lana thing, but I like Lana herself.  She didn't deserve that at all.  Just... ew.  What really freaks me out is that you get the feeling that the author gets off on degrading women and I find *that* to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;I think so too.  Even the way he described Martha as old and frumpy, and she's really not at all.  I think "uppity dick" was the, erm, high point in all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;I just get the image of Clark's dick talking back to him, mouthing off, being a smartass, and Clark looking down with a scowl, saying it's getting too "uppity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;*snort*  LOL!  "Now listen here, Little Clark...no one likes a dick with an attitude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;...oh dear...that could spawn a whole other parody....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;*snort!*  Or, hell, Lex saying that, and Clark being defensive, "He's just had a really bad day...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Oh, that could be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;Hee...so now, of course, I'm picturing Clark's dick getting uppity and mouthing off, and Lex's dick getting all snarky and acting superior -- the trademark Luthor Smirking Dick.  *G*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;...and one thing is said, and leads to another thing, and before you know it:  COCK FIGHT in Smallville!  *ducks and runs after the bad punning attack*  Ouch, owie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;LOL!  Luthor Smirking Dick(TM)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="blue"&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;*laughing wildly*  Oh, that is a *beautiful* mental picture right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="red"&gt;Uppity Dick: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial" color="black"&gt;"Don't touch me, Victoria, I've just come from a cock fight and boy am I sore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pfft.  Bloody stupid Yanks and their gaming habits..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75900125?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75900125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75900125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75900125' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75895905</id><published>2002-04-27T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T11:26:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the Card Captor Sakura Fanfiction.net section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=690093&gt;Petals from Yesterday&lt;/a&gt; by Bluemermaid3280&lt;br /&gt;     Are they destined to repeat the tragic past?..* Chapter VI* is up.. this is mainly Yue and Sakura, however there are some SXS and TouyaxTomoyo&lt;br /&gt;     PG - English - Romance - Review: 25 - Chapters: 5 - Words: 14946 - Updated: 04-27-02 - Published: 03-30-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note:  I have not read this story.  For all I know, it could be a literary masterpiece.  .....I probably shouldn't be laughing as I type that, should I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, ew, ew, ewwwwww!  There is no end to how &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; that is!  Okay, I can understand people wanting to write Yue/Sakura.  It's a lot like Clow/Yue to me.  One of the hugest CCS points in regards to Yue was that Sakura wanted to be his &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;.  Yeah, she was all 'hanyaan' over Yukito, but he quite clearly said he was &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; love with her brother.  Sakura understood this, and while it made her sad, she knew Touya loved Yukito, too.  She even told Yukito to tell her if Oniichan was ever mean, and she'd beat him up for Yukito!  Then, of course, there's &lt;i&gt;Syaoran&lt;/i&gt;.  Sakura and Syaoran were also one of the major &lt;i&gt;points&lt;/i&gt; of Card Captor Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see someone extrapolating Yue/Sakura in the far future (personally, I think by that time they'll have spent so long being friends that they couldn't ever be more, and would &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to be more--but I can see how other people &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; see the pairing), but not in the here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, covered that.  Yue/Sakura not my thing, but not icky, either.  TouyaxTomoyo on the other hand....  &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;.  Just... no.  One.  Touya loves Yukito.  Canon.  To refute it is to stick your fingers in your ears and go, "LALALALA!!  I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!"  Two.  Tomoyo and Touya?  What planet is this person living on?  I really, really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hope at the very &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; it's not anywhere near the CCS timeline, as Tomoyo is &lt;i&gt;eleven years old&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really can never see Tomoyo caring about Touya in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; way, because most of the affection she has for him is wrapped up in his similarities to Sakura.  (Like how his ears remind her of Sakura's ears.)  To her, he's an extention of Sakura, rather than wholly his own person.  To start a relationship with him... eww.  Even in the future, he'll always be that extention of Sakura to Tomoyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I suppose it could have been worse.  There are those TouyaxMirror Card stories, after all.  *TWITCH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75895905?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75895905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75895905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75895905' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75796787</id><published>2002-04-24T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T23:24:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a typical night for Bitchcakes and Spacecrackers mocking stupid fic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  Oh, dude. &lt;i&gt;Dude&lt;/i&gt;. This is a prime candidate for Evil and Stupid, but I don't know if I can do it justice. &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=721979&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=721979&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: I'm guessing I really ought to know better than to click on this link.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scorpius and I were still having of sex; that primordial, lustful force that first brought us together still played an important part in our lives; though nowadays things took a little longer, he was a little slow to get started.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scrunches up face* Well. My faith in humanity has been crushed again. I don't think God's listening anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  I like this story for it's old school, classic Trek style Mary Sue-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;And on those occasions when it didn't, well, there was always the pleasures of cuddling, and kissing, and talking long and loving until the small hours of the morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bwhahahaha! Scorpius cuddling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt; man. Dude, I hope there's a candlelit dinner and a marraige proposal somewhere in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hear Scorpy sing "My Heart Will Go On"!!! Come on, it's &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  "Oo's Scorpy's widdle snugglebunny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  When I first started reading this, I had no idea what it was, and because Farscape is so Crichton-centric, when I saw it was first person, I automatically assumed it was him talking.  And now the images won't leave my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  Bwa ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and oh, ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  C'mon, can't you just see Scorpius and John cuddling up, watching the sun rise, cooing sweet nothings at each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;One holoimage was conspicuous by it's absence, Stark, our sometime sex-partner, my sometime friend. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... *wide, horrified eyes* Bad images!! Bad images!! Get the bad images out of my head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  Think of happy puppies! Prancing ponies! Fluffy ducklings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  *cries* Now the image in my head has changed to the happy puppies, prancing ponies, and fluffy ducklings are parading around the bed with John, Stark, and Scorpius doing the ickiest things.... *cries more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was my holoimage of John Crichton; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does help, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;He also managed to eat several pieces of fruit, for age has not diminished his healthy appetite. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least two dirty jokes in there. I'm not looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  It's nice to read bad fics that are bad purely in content once in a while. Stuff by retarded teenagers gets old after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the notes at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;The I of the story is a projection of myself (idealised of course) into the Farscape universe. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL*  It's the "idealised of course" that gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  I love that. No? &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;? I never would have known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  I love the tone it conveyed. Like this was a great achievement on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  I'm thinking a visit to her website is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god, you need to register to get to her Scorpius porn. What a self important I-just-got-the-impulse-to-say-a-rather-nasty-word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: *clicks onto website* .....wtf? Register to get her Scorpius porn? That's so.... Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  Okay, I'll admit it. The word I wanted to say was "twat." That's so not me, but there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: It's a good word. It fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  Yes, i rather think it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; http://scorpius.150m.com/master/about.html &gt; Gimme a great big eye-rolling "Oh, puh-leeze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;i&gt;Understand that a devotee may be banished at any time by the Master's whim without explanation or recourse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. If you are unwilling to play by the Master's rules, you will be banished from the Inner&lt;br /&gt;Sanctum.&lt;br /&gt;6. The Rules: &lt;br /&gt;A. Don't forget I'm not Him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, WAIT! Hold on a minute here! You mean it's not the REAL Scorpius? What a gyp! I thought it was really Scorpius who was going to be writing nasty fics about himself and some Mary Sue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;G. Always keep in mind that what takes place in the realm of fantasy does not carry over into *real* life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, so when I'm writing about having sex with a weird alien, you're saying it's NOT going to carry over into the real world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. To petition the Master for Admittance, you must Email Scorpius and affirm you are over 21 years of age and are not currently serving a life sentence for psychopathic crimes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....this is a Scorpius-based group, right? Irony is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  They only like fictional psychopathic crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: That's not very nice. Real psychopaths need bad porn fic, too, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes:  Probably more than anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75796787?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75796787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75796787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75796787' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75796236</id><published>2002-04-24T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T23:14:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think if I believed in God, it would be for things like this.  He's just trying to protect the poor innocent little minds out there by smiting the wicked fic and removing its evilness from existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you know, Fanfiction.net is acting funky.  &lt;i&gt;Again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75796236?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75796236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75796236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75796236' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75796079</id><published>2002-04-24T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T23:01:50.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the link below isn't working (I checked the code, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong - I can only assume the author has removed the story due to death threats) I suppose I should explain.  It was a Gilmore Girls story.  I only got as far as Luke noticing Rory's "small but pert" breasts before I ran screaming to the purification chamber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75796079?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75796079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75796079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75796079' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75746863</id><published>2002-04-23T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T19:15:50.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=736598"&gt;::SHRIEK!::&lt;/a&gt;  MY EYES!!  MY EYES!!  ::claws at own face::  Gyaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75746863?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75746863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75746863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75746863' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75413423</id><published>2002-04-15T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T00:40:08.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To paraphrase Camus, "There is no fic that cannot be surmounted by scorn."  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75413423?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75413423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75413423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75413423' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75393561</id><published>2002-04-14T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T23:07:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend who loves to inflict bad karaoke fic on me.  And like the moron that I am, I keep reading them.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's a &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=417182&gt;&lt;b&gt;22-part Harry Potter karaoke fic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cleverly entitled "The Marauder Singing Contest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twenty-two chapters of Harry Potter karaoke fic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I read all 22 chapters (And I did!  Every last one of them!) when the fanfic is so very clearly retarded.  I refused to let the story beat me.  If I gave up, I was saying that this bad karaoke fic was stronger than me, and I couldn't let that happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snippets from this masterpiece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And next up we have...oh dear." Dumbledore mumbled. "The Kings of Karaoke, The Marauders, singing Friends In Low Places." (Come on, you knew I’d put a Garth Brooks song in here somewhere.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God help us.“ Lily mumbled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  *cowering in terror* Judging by the rest of the fic, I think God's dead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best chapter, by far, was chapter 15, the &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=417182&amp;chapter=15&gt;Backstreet Boys' "Backstreet's Back"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Sirius-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna party let me hear you yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;            &lt;i&gt;Female population begins yelling again.  I mean, who wouldn’t want a party with Sirius?&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  Hmm, I get the feeling the author might kind of like Sirius.  Just a gut feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=417182&amp;chapter=18&gt;Chapter 18 - "Who Let the Dogs Out"&lt;/a&gt; was a keeper as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Kind of appropriate though.” James commented. “Considering Sirius’ Animagus form, and Remus’ lycanthropy.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers:  Oh, gosh, gee, you &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; so?? &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was getting snippy at this point, but this was the &lt;i&gt;eighteenth chapter&lt;/i&gt;.  The fanfic was tap-dancing on my last nerve.  And, finally, we have the &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=417182&amp;chapter=22&gt;awards ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, in which Sirius placed in all three of the top slots.  Wow, gosh, who would have expected that!?  I mean, I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; saw it coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looking over the 'review'*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....dude, I never said this mocking was going to be &lt;i&gt;funny&lt;/i&gt;.  But I feel better.  That's all I care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75393561?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75393561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75393561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75393561' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75393154</id><published>2002-04-14T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T13:06:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second bit requires more explaining, too.  But this time we actually mock bad fanfic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend one night and we got onto the subject of seaQuest and how much we loved the show. So I had to go look for a fic that DIDN'T suck.  While I was looking I was also talking to Bitchcakes and we were talking about some of the really icky seaQuest fanfic out there, and it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was browsing FFNET looking for that one good seaQuest fic, so I could rest assured at least ONE existed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=696210&gt;Don't Touch #48 by KaitlynRose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas was just sexually assaulted, what happens now?&lt;br /&gt;R - English - Angst/Drama - Review: 4 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4537 - Updated: 04-01-02 - Published: 04-01-02&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't think that's going to be the 'just one damn decent seaQuest fic!' story I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: Uhhhh, probably not, no.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: I wonder who assaulted him. If it was the dolphin, I'd read that story.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: *laughing* Oh, that would indeed be a beautiful story.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=575448&gt;Once Owned, Always Owned by Righ Saunders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin expresses his annoyance with Lucas for having had relations with a man. (Warnings: m/m, human/dolphin sex.)&lt;br /&gt;NC-17 - English - Parody/Humor - Review: 6 - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2333 - Updated: 01-29-02 - Published: 01-29-02&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: There we go.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: I knew it was there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was beautiful, too. Lucas was this weepy little submissive, letting some random (male) officer on the ship push him into bed and have his way with him. But apparently, Darwin doesn't take well to this--Lucas is HIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: And Darwin wants to make sure Lucas knows he's Darwin's bitch. So Darwin seduces Lucas, and the sex isn't as creepy as you'd think.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: But then Lucas lets the random male officer have his way with him again and Darwin is PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells Lucas to get into the moon pool, and Lucas does, thinking they're going to have sex again. And it kinda&lt;br /&gt;starts out that way, Darwin starting to go down on Lucas, but then he bites him.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: From the fic:&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Determinedly, he removed his outer clothing. He stepped forwards again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No cloth-es." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He removed his shorts, his penis hardening with the remembrance of yesterday. He slipped into the water, looking for signs of emotions from Darwin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gasped as the water touched him again, and he rose to his full length. Maybe he wants to do it again? He clenched his teeth at the images flooding his brain, what he wanted to do with the dolphin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo-uu we-re with Jac-ques." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bump against his turgid flesh was not gentle. Sharp teeth clamped upon him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo-uu be-long Dar-win." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They closed quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Westphalen looked him over, the pain Lucas was in visible for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did this happen?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas grimaced as she stitched him, not seeing or feeling the needle, but knowing it was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a small accident," he hedged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disbelieving snort was his answer. "These look like teeth marks!" she said. "This wasn't an accident." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darwin ... well ... it was an accident," he ended feebly, untruthfully, unwilling to tell how it really happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're lucky you still have ... it," she euphemised. "Any deeper ... well. It's going to heal fine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas let himself sigh. I'm not going to even &lt;/i&gt;look&lt;i&gt; at Jacques from now on, he promised himself. Never again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so later Bitchcake's reading bad Profiler fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Bitchcakes: Heh. Non-English speakers are funny when they write in English. &lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: &lt;i&gt;"He knew it wasn't right and he felt bad about it but in his mind, as he couldn't help being in love with  somebody who was hundreds of miles away and that didn't love him in return, -mainly because she didn't know a word about his  feelings-, he needed to fulfill his man necessities."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: *snarf* "Man necessities"? Oh, that's great.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: "John didn't know how much he could stand by without hitting the stupid face of his partner."&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: I probably shouldn't laugh... but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: Foreign people misuse similar words, and it's funny! ~&lt;i&gt;John smiled briefly at Bailey's joke, but noticed that Sam was still shocked by his apparition and wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: Hee! ~&lt;i&gt;"The guy, Sabieski, don't know if you have heard about him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who haven't!?" Bailey chuckled.&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: ~&lt;i&gt;"He had a meeting with another gang and we received the information of the place today so we went there, waiting for ages, under the rain until he appeared. When he tried to escape he used the fire stairs and I followed him and in our way down, I stopped him but in the fall, my arm got under his body and I hit the stairs with my face too."&lt;/i&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: I almost feel bad, but "I hit the stairs with my face too" is amusing me too much.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: Me too. I don't feel bad at all, though.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: &lt;i&gt;"The whole area of Penobscot Bay, in Maine, is a beautiful place. I needed a place like this to forget about everything. I love the sea, the quiet the life is there, Chloe can be around without me being hysteric," Sam confessed laughing, "and I've even learned how to make jam!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: Because Chloe being around usually sends Sam into hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: It was the making jam that got me.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: ~&lt;i&gt;The whole way to his apartment, he was in and out of sleep, but he was sure Sam had run her hand through the cuts on the right side of his face, at least twice.&lt;/i&gt;~ &lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: *wince* Ow. I mean, I know she didn't really, but... ow.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: Still. It could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: A dolphin could have bitten his "man necessity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75393154?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75393154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75393154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75393154' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75392773</id><published>2002-04-14T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T12:49:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the following conversation between Bitchcakes and myself requires a bit of set-up.   I was looking at Harry Potter fanart, mentioned the link, and one of them had a Sirius/Harry pic in it (nothing too bad, but it was definitely THAT kind of picture), and Bitchcakes saw it and showed it to a friend, who freaked over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had also previously been talking about various subtitles for the 'Evil and Stupid' site. Like:&lt;br /&gt;'We Hate You' / 'Needle Sharp Kitten Teeth of Viciousness' / 'Great fic... &lt;i&gt;for me to poop on!&lt;/i&gt;' / 'Aaahh! The burning! THE BURNING!' / 'I'll Never Be Clean Again... My Soul Needs a Shower' / "If This Is Wrong, Why Does It Feel So Right?" / 'Rhymes with Ick' / 'Craptacular!' / 'WTF was THAT!?' / 'Mommy, why does God hate me?' / 'Foul spawn of the Dark Land' /  etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: Heh heh. I just terrified one of my friends with one of those SiriusxHarry pics. I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: It really is an ungodly amount of fun doing that, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: It's like we never burned ants with magnifying glasses on hot summer days as kids, so we do this instead. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: Heh. We prefer the subtleties of psychological torture to brute physical force.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: Subtle psychological torture is so much more fun and rewarding. It's so much more painful.  You get what? Maybe thirty seconds of fun if you fry an ant?&lt;br /&gt;Bitchcakes: It's the gift that keeps on giving. &lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: With psychological torture, you reap a lifetime of rewards.&lt;br /&gt;Spacecrackers: And there's another good subtitle: "Subtle psychological torture: It's the gift that keeps on giving."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75392773?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75392773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75392773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75392773' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75067680</id><published>2002-04-05T04:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T04:43:12.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love stories that ask "What if?"  The answer is almost invariably "Who gives a shit?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75067680?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75067680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75067680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75067680' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75066053</id><published>2002-04-05T02:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T02:30:22.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*  You know how there are times when you know you shouldn't do something?  It's stupid and pointless and a waste of time, and you're getting worked up over something you shouldn't?  That you should just relax and let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently I'm not going to do what I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=702951&gt;this fic (Time Paradox by kia)&lt;/a&gt; is retarded.  I'm shocked.  A retarded Dragonball Z story on Fanfiction.net?  Surely, this has &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; happened before!  Let me nibble around the edges of the fic and I'll feel better.  I'm not actually going to tear it to pieces, because it's not long enough for that, nor am I &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story askes the premise, "What if it had been Bra who went back in time to save the others instead of Trunks?  What if she'd fallen in love with her father?"  ("What if Spacecrackers had not clicked on this story?  What if she got those five minutes of her life back?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... &lt;i&gt;ewwwwwwww&lt;/i&gt;.  Ew, ew, ew, ew, EWWW.  I'm sure there's a Chibi-Usa joke in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a little snippet from the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was dressed in loose black gi bottoms, a black tank top and a cropped Capsule Corps jacket. Despite the admiring looks from the other male fighters, especially Yamcha, she ignored them and kept looking in his direction. She looked very familiar somehow...her face...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiight.  Because all the Z warriors are stupid enough to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; notice Bra looks &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; like her mother.  Just get a 'she looked very familiar somehow' feeling.  Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Bra decides to stay, because it's not like there's anything waiting for her back in her own timeline.  Just a bitter old mom, and, heck, she's got a young, happy, cheerful mom &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;!  Screw Bitter!Old!Bulma.  Decision made, she heads off to Capsule Corp. probably to check out dear old Dad's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I hope for more of this story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75066053?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75066053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75066053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75066053' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-75065834</id><published>2002-04-05T02:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T02:18:57.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing the bloggy thingy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-75065834?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75065834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/75065834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75065834' title=''/><author><name>Bitchcakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048161381028596271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-11335226</id><published>2002-04-01T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T01:01:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, there is nothing quite like bad yaoi/slash fic for retarded quotes.  From a Weiss Kreuz yaoi fic entitled, &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=686790&gt;"Save It for a Sunday"&lt;/a&gt;, in which Aya has been diagonsed with an incurable disease (his recovery chances are 90% and the Weiss boys are refusing to let the doctors give him certain medications because Yohji has suddenly become a medical expert), and Ken (his boyfriend) takes him home and they spend the next couple of weeks getting all snuggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;During the third week of Aya's chemotherapy, Ken began making a habit of picking up special things for Aya. His birthday would be coming up within two weeks, so Ken decided to spoil him early. Little things here, little things there, and the spare money from paychecks after paying for Aya's hosptial bills seemed to slowly dissapear. But Ken didn't mind. He looked at it as an investment. An investment of love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'An investment of love'.  Ahh, young, retarded love.  So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aya's favorite manga is 'Kizuna'!  Aya?  Favorite manga?  A boys' love manga?  &lt;i&gt;Kizuna&lt;/i&gt;?  Excuse me while I go be a bitch and laugh myself stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Aya is in remission, and Ken decides to get him a gift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aya smiled and gently tugged at the ribbon, opening the small box as the ribbon fell away. His eyes widened and he gasped, a small smile played his lips as he pulled out a small silver cross on a delicate chain. The cross was an important symbol for the four boys.. it stood for justice.. as they were the white hunters of the light, to destroy the darkness-- the white hunters of Weiss. "Oh Ken!" He whispered, absolutely in awe by the beautiful cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken smiled broadly, clasping the necklace around Aya's neck. "The person I bought it from assured me it wouldn't break. I knew you'd like it." Gently brushing Aya's hair from his face, he smiled and kissed the redhead's forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aya hugged him tightly. "Oh Ken! Aishiteru yo!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken smiled, hugging the redhead. "Aishiteru. I can't wait until you can leave your room, we'll have so much fun, just you and I, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aya nodded, gently fingering the tiny necklace. "Yes!" Snuggling down against Ken, he closed his eyes, breathing softly. It felt so nice to be in Ken's arms again. He felt so warm. At last he could live up to his promise, to be with Ken forever. It was a promise he never wanted to let go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.  All that's missing is a marriage proposal and a candlelit dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give points for the unhappy ending (Aya died, apparently, because he was taken off the medication too quickly), but I really couldn't.  It felt tacked on and manipulative rather than because that's where the story wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. 'An investment of love.'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-11335226?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/11335226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/11335226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11335226' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408851.post-11335121</id><published>2002-04-01T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T00:49:07.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not even going to mention what &lt;a href=http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=443917&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; was about.  You just have to read it for yourself and seeeeeeeee!  Let's just say it's a fitting first post here on 'Evil and Stupid'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3408851-11335121?l=evilandstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/11335121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3408851/posts/default/11335121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilandstupid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11335121' title=''/><author><name>Spacecrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02549475049338191228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
