More weirdo work ramblings from the Pit

Yeah, me and digitalodyssey were talking again last night. It's a bad habit that we should have been discouraged from doing at the age of two, but there you go. In any event, it got bad last night, as we talked about weird PotC/HP slash for a good half hour or so (I paired Fawkes and the monkey, but there's no way in hell or any other postal district I'm writing that fic) and definitely committed some quality blasphemy at one point. If our boss doesn't already think we were insane ... well, then, that's because he's been stealing our medication and he doesn't know what the hell is going on.

( What you might have heard if you were trapped in a cubicle with myself and the rambling yahoo last night ... )

Is digitalodyssey still yammering about bovine enemas? Never listen to a word he says, especially today. His heroin expired last Tuesday.

Also, I think I love my new icon. If two pretty guys can't be in love with me, well, damn it, they might as well be in sweet, sweet love with one another. :)

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Dear President Bush,

I came home today to find a story on Yahoo News that said that the White House is declaring that the flap over the Iraqi uranium claim is a "bunch of bull." Just now, I noticed another story where you defended the intelligence on the matter as "darn good."

If you don't stop writing your press releases like a cowboy trying desperately not to curse in front of a pretty lady, I'm going to call Busch Gardens and tell them one of their chimpanzees is missing. Your alias and physical appearance would certainly go far to confirm that claim, and you'd be naked in public and surrounded by monkeys in no time. (You should already feel this way mentally by now -- might as well make it literal, yes?)

Sincerely,

A Pretty Fucking Lady

Help! Help!

A big, typically-me plot-twisty "Pirates of the Caribbean" fanfic idea is jumping up and down on my head! *user swats at the plot idea with a rolled-up newspaper, but to no avail*

Damn it, I'm not allowed to write a fanfic where Jack turns out to be Bootstrap through some weird loophole in the curse. Go on, tell the fanfic idea, would you? It'll listen to you! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ...

*user runs away from the idea in the general direction of her original characters, hoping that her British rastafarian vampire comes out of the shadows and smites its ass*

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I was just watching TV when an ad popped up linking the ad campaign for a Big Mac with "Pirates of the Caribbean," and it featured the yum-yum shot of Orly in the background and Johnny looking over his own shoulder at the camera and smiling wickedly.

I'd just like to state that I know I'm not supposed to sexually stimulated by a McDonald's commercial, but you try telling that to the Gay Pirate, his Saucy Sidekick and my clamoring hormones. Sheesh.