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frell, I need to shave my legs...

So, all day yesterday went to the Marvel thing. And I have another talk with them on Monday. Chapter Four of Daughter of Hounds has been languishing, again. Maybe today I can get back into it. At this point, I'll have to read everything I've written on it just to remember what's going on. I've not worked on the chapter since...crap, since Saturday. A blink of the eye, and an entire week's gone.

There are little red goblins from the moons of Saturn who steal time from me. They live under the bed. I'm quite certain of this. Late at night, I can hear them playing poker and eating Fritos brand corn chips.

Also, I hear Britney's ticked-off because her publicist "leaked" the sex of her baby to the press. Whoops. Clearly, the fact that her child is female plays an important role in her quest for total galactic domination. Or maybe it's the other way round, and Britney's afraid of looking weak in the eyes of the demon hunters that an alliance of Jehovah's Witnesses and Christian Scientists are dispatching to end this atrocity before, if you'll excuse the pun, the stars are right again, and the foetus of Britney is pooped out into the world to merge with Bill Gates to form the One True Dollar Sign of the Apocalypse.

Okay. I'll admit. All that's speculation. Especially the part about an alliance between Jehovah's Witnesses and Christian Scientists. But, you have to admit, it'd make a pretty good Jack Chic pamphlet. However, you can blame forlorn99 for leading me to discover, via my mystical wooden alphabet of random divination, which some disbelievers and infidels call Scrabble tiles, that Britney Spears is actually an anagram for BAPTISER SYREN. Verily, we are frelled.

Spooky says I'm smoking crack.

Fine. Let's see how long it takes her to change her tune, once the Spawn of Pale and Trashy Popstardom releases the flesh-eating slugs. It's time to get down on your knees and start praying to Madonna, people. Only she and her Cabalistic microdwarves can save us...

P.S. — Thank you, David Lyton of Sydney, Australia!


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Apr. 15th, 2005 03:10 pm (UTC)
bwuah hah hah! woman, thou art mad! and i love it.
Apr. 15th, 2005 03:13 pm (UTC)
'Britney Spears is actually an anagram for BAPTISER SYREN. Verily, we are frelled.'

Truly it is a time to ululate and keen.
Apr. 15th, 2005 03:39 pm (UTC)
This and yesterdays are the most astute and gorgeous material I have seen on Britney Spears' moonchild.

I knew something good had to come out of this.
Apr. 15th, 2005 03:53 pm (UTC)
Red Goblins from Saturn?
Are they any relation to the Underpants Gnomes?


p.s. Do we really NEED any more signs of the apocalypse. Isn't the reign of George II enough to know how frelled we are.

"We are SO screwed."
Apr. 15th, 2005 04:20 pm (UTC)
Re: Red Goblins from Saturn?
Are they any relation to the Underpants Gnomes?

Not related, not by blood or marriage, but all those little shits hang out together.
Apr. 15th, 2005 04:36 pm (UTC)
I'm with Spooky. :)
Apr. 15th, 2005 11:28 pm (UTC)
Indeed, I think Spooky's on to something here.

And the little red goblins are stealing MY time, not yours. It's the pesky blue devils that are after your time.

(clearly on crack as well)
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