From the underbelly of my shit

[40cakes]

While cleaning out my room, I found a notebook I must've carried around with me since senior year in college. There were notes from when I had a mass selling on eBay, notes from when I then SOLD stuff on eBay, little doodles of myself and my boyfriend, notes about casting a student film, notes about my job at the hospital, and then the following, whose participants are unknown, though I can cast a guessing net over usual suspects.


1: Just me or is it kind of TEH PRETENTIOUS to have this uber-serious "let me consult the venerable writer" panel about fanfic?!
Me: O, great writers, allow us to bow down before you and offer up reviews!
Amanda: Just as soon as I finish my epic, multi-chapter crossover of great and deep meaning between Evangelion, Hellsing, and Pokemon.

3: I am a true artiste. My fic is beyond reproach, or at least all the 15-year-olds say so.
Me: Shutup! I was young!

4: I feel kind of utterly retarded. Panels where we could shoot the poop with strangers about fic would be cool. Listening to them say schna I already know is teh sukc! We had a better fic panel last night!

[in the margins, greyvorfeed has written "Rum wa doko?" in Japanese, paired by myself adding "Grey rules."]

A: Oh come on! You can't be a true artist until you SUFFER! You will never understand my pain!
3: Pain is suffering through other folks' delusions of grandeur when we already know we're the best.
A: Shut up! You will listen to me! Me, me, ME! Bow down AND WORSHIP! Bwahahahahahaha!
5: However, I will not update until I get 500 positive reviews! fux0r u! omg!

1: This panel + Fandom Wank = OTP!!!1
BBQ

Me: I think the guy on the right just kinda showed up.
A: I've actually read his stuff - decent author. I'll try not to hold it against him.
3: Luna Maynar is...okay, but I wouldn't call her an authority.

Me: Sailor Moon = truck driver + beard

A: This panel seriously needs a Chuck Palahniuk masturbation story. Best. Panel. Ever. [this is the point where I realized this particular handwriting was Amanda.]

Me: "What cures writer's block?" "Whiskey!"

3: Me, I'd rather have a piece of someone else put into me. Woo.
A: Bomp chick bomp wa
Me: I think a lot of people here need to get a piece. It would make the world a happier place.

A: I like putting pieces of myself in my characters - but that may be the lepresy.
3: Giving a new meaning to living vicariously!

Me: Meta wank! [combined with a doodle of a "SPLURT!" and a fist with speed lines]

3: What is this light?
A: The local C-train.

Me: My first fanfic was a Muppet Babies self-insertion. Really awful. I was a stupid toddler.

A: Stupid parents, stifling my art.
Me; I have suffered so!!!1one
A: The trauma! TEH TRAUMA!!!1
Me: I have a dream. A dream where animated characters have lots of orgasms. A dream where sexy villains and gun-toting heroines max0r. I want to make my dreams come true!
A: Brothers and sistuhs, can I get an a-men?
Me: A-MEN!

Me: My Sailor Moon/Gundam/Ranma/Evangelion/Pokemon/Matrix/Hamtaro/Metal Gear Solid crossover IS ART!!

3: My writing IS art. Art that people can wank to.
A: Let's get it on!

Me: "How do you advertise your fic?"
3: I sit on Otakon panels!
A: I hogtie my friends and starve them until they read. Doesn't everyone?
Me: I took out a billboard on Highway 66! Then I put Happy Meal toys out at McDonald's!
A: Here's an idea. We could try being, y'know, good writers. Bizarre, I know.

Grey: I put a little DNA in each of them and then wipe it clean with a tissue.

Unknown: Babies don't have hemlines, but they should.