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Jew - to combat the Googlebomb.
It's useful to realize, when writing love poetry, that if one wishes to write a line such as: Our love is like the morning sun, shining golden over the world, the matching word which comes most easily to mind is hurled.
It really is. Oh, there's other options, like dada dada, and then our love unfurled or I approve of the manner in which your hair is curled, but they've been done. Also, you have to go through the alphabet to find them. (Let's see... What would win her heart. Burled... Durled... You make me feel like I've been Earled? Does that work?)
We hear occasionally about a young woman (usually a woman, the way I hear it (badfic aside), anyway) who falls in love with a poet who writes her a verse on the fly. How come we never hear about the other poet; the one who stands under the balcony and cries:
To me, you're the most beautiful thing in the world.
I looked upon your face, and, um... and then I hurled...
But I mean that in the best way possible!
Possible... possible... oh, screw it.
I'm probably better at free! verse
(anyway)
Jew
Um, yes. I'm sure this little spiel was totally and completely unrelated to the fact that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daegaer is doing Yet Another crush meme. Supposedly for Clangers fen, but trust me, as soon as you realize what Clangers was, you'll be so amused at the idea of such a thing actually getting made you'll be a fan by default.
Jew
Just because it left me scratching my head, here's a bit of a phone conversation I had with me mom.
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Me Mom: So... what new and exciting thing did you learn today.
Me Self: Um, well. I now know how to do conditionals in a spreadsheet.
Me Mom: Really! That's absolutely amazing! I know a lot of people who wish they could do that!
Me Self: ... (And after 19 years, I should hope I can tell when she's not being sarcastic.)
Me Self: Like, that in particular?
Me Mom: Yes.
Me Self: Like, you have people coming up to you and sighing, 'Oh, if only I knew how to write conditionals into Microsoft Spreadsheet'?
Me Mom: Yes. [Mutual Acquaintance] says that all the time. And just this morning, [Less-Mutual Acquaintance] said that he wished he could make spreadsheets with conditionals.
Me Self: oh. Well. That's okay, then.
So apparently, I have a new life skill. Who'da thought?
Jew
What else, what else. OMGWTFExamsExamsAhhPanicWTFingF!!!!one.
And now that I've got that out of my system, let me explain just how this affects you, gentle readers. With any luck, I'll be gone from LJ until, say, the 28th. No, like, more gone than usual. I'll probably still glance through my list, as I don't have that much self control, but starting tomorrow I'm going to study, dammit. No, really.
I know. I'll miss you too. *sniff* Hugs all around. *glares* Come on, guys; I said, All around.
Jew
Well, fine. But I'm going to look mighty funny sitting here hugging myself.
Jew
It's useful to realize, when writing love poetry, that if one wishes to write a line such as: Our love is like the morning sun, shining golden over the world, the matching word which comes most easily to mind is hurled.
It really is. Oh, there's other options, like dada dada, and then our love unfurled or I approve of the manner in which your hair is curled, but they've been done. Also, you have to go through the alphabet to find them. (Let's see... What would win her heart. Burled... Durled... You make me feel like I've been Earled? Does that work?)
We hear occasionally about a young woman (usually a woman, the way I hear it (badfic aside), anyway) who falls in love with a poet who writes her a verse on the fly. How come we never hear about the other poet; the one who stands under the balcony and cries:
To me, you're the most beautiful thing in the world.
I looked upon your face, and, um... and then I hurled...
But I mean that in the best way possible!
Possible... possible... oh, screw it.
I'm probably better at free! verse
(anyway)
Jew
Um, yes. I'm sure this little spiel was totally and completely unrelated to the fact that
daegaer is doing Yet Another crush meme. Supposedly for Clangers fen, but trust me, as soon as you realize what Clangers was, you'll be so amused at the idea of such a thing actually getting made you'll be a fan by default.Jew
Just because it left me scratching my head, here's a bit of a phone conversation I had with me mom.
...
Me Mom: So... what new and exciting thing did you learn today.
Me Self: Um, well. I now know how to do conditionals in a spreadsheet.
Me Mom: Really! That's absolutely amazing! I know a lot of people who wish they could do that!
Me Self: ... (And after 19 years, I should hope I can tell when she's not being sarcastic.)
Me Self: Like, that in particular?
Me Mom: Yes.
Me Self: Like, you have people coming up to you and sighing, 'Oh, if only I knew how to write conditionals into Microsoft Spreadsheet'?
Me Mom: Yes. [Mutual Acquaintance] says that all the time. And just this morning, [Less-Mutual Acquaintance] said that he wished he could make spreadsheets with conditionals.
Me Self: oh. Well. That's okay, then.
So apparently, I have a new life skill. Who'da thought?
Jew
What else, what else. OMGWTFExamsExamsAhhPanicWTFingF!!!!one.
And now that I've got that out of my system, let me explain just how this affects you, gentle readers. With any luck, I'll be gone from LJ until, say, the 28th. No, like, more gone than usual. I'll probably still glance through my list, as I don't have that much self control, but starting tomorrow I'm going to study, dammit. No, really.
I know. I'll miss you too. *sniff* Hugs all around. *glares* Come on, guys; I said, All around.
Jew
Well, fine. But I'm going to look mighty funny sitting here hugging myself.
Jew
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hugs!!!!!!!1!1!!1!
Either way, I want to say thank you for pimping me into it, because I now want to have Carey's little babies and squeeze his squishy little brain to bits. I loved all of it.
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Can I... get back to you on the squee?
(Also, I think I've also converted
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Good luck on your finals!
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Thanks! I'll really, really need it.
Er. No comment :D
Fair enough. (I think I do enough commenting for everyone anyway.)
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No, seriously. The ending? It was worth all the cute even.
What can I yell about that doesn't have spoilers? Okay, I know. It got kind of dull, really. I counted the rivet's on Frankie's jeans...
Translation: At least I had a nice view...
*dies some more*
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Good luck with your exams!
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Good luck!
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