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26 October 2005 @ 06:50 pm
crack-addled scrabbling  
I've decided I'm going to circumvent the historical debate over (mis)usage of the word "drabble" and invent the word "scrabble" to mean short purposeless scribbling of no particular length, because the available alternatives don't quite work for me. "Comment fic" and even "crack fic" more or less imply coherent form, a beginning and an end, and "snippet" suggests that it's part of a larger whole, and that more is coming. (Ha ha ha!) From what I can tell there's really no fannish word for "a jotted bit of crackheaded drivel that will never become anything more than what it is." And I think we need that word.

Rodney is still a girl.Collapse )
cmshaw: Fangirlcmshaw on October 27th, 2005 05:13 pm (UTC)
John began eating his macaroni in what he hoped was an apologetic manner.

i adore you madly.
Alizarin_NYC: mcshep foreplayalizarin_nyc on October 28th, 2005 08:27 pm (UTC)
"Well, I'm sure Herr Freud would have something to say about that. Fortunately for you, I think Freud is one of the most pernicious charlatans of our age, a quack whose sloppy reasoning has led countless disciples into fallacy, and who is at root responsible for incalculable damage to young and tender minds--and to their parents. I mean, as they say, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, just like sometimes a fear of horses is nothing but a fear of horses. An entirely rational fear, by the way. Why does it have to mean anything else? And don't get me started on the anal-retentive theory of character."

This is the most brilliant Rodney-sentence I've ever, ever seen. I LOVE it with the white hot heat of a thousand cliches.

poisonshock on May 17th, 2006 11:16 pm (UTC)
lolol this one is even better than the last one! [grins crazily, but happily] lol love ur writing and can only ask for more!
mangstmangst on February 13th, 2007 06:43 pm (UTC)
There were several things wrong with that picture, some of which leapt to mind like gazelles, others of which crept through the tall grass like quiet lions.

I love this line. It's perfect. You get what you were saying immediately. And the creeping lions make his thoughts seem dangerous. I also love the randomness of John's thoughts. It's much funnier when duck dreams just leap out at you from the page. LOL!