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So, it's Saturday. I've got nowhere to be, nothing to do. I'm kicked back munching on some snacks and having a blast writing some SPN fic (freakin' finally). There's a knock on the door. I'm the curious sort, and we've only been here about two weeks, so I answer it, wondering if it's a neighbour or hey, those slippers from LL Bean I'm waiting for.
But no, it's a man in a suit. With a magazine. Called Awake. I'm pretty sure he's one of Jesus's guys.
He starts giving me the spiel but I'm not really listening. No. I'm staring at one of the headlines on the magazine, because it says, in really big, bold letters, How Can I Avoid Pornography?
Upstairs, the cursor on my computer screen is blinking innocently and the end of a pretty tasty paragraph all about incestuous cocksucking.
I'm also pretty sure that magazine isn't really for me.
But no, it's a man in a suit. With a magazine. Called Awake. I'm pretty sure he's one of Jesus's guys.
He starts giving me the spiel but I'm not really listening. No. I'm staring at one of the headlines on the magazine, because it says, in really big, bold letters, How Can I Avoid Pornography?
Upstairs, the cursor on my computer screen is blinking innocently and the end of a pretty tasty paragraph all about incestuous cocksucking.
I'm also pretty sure that magazine isn't really for me.
I got a package today~ It was a different mail dude, though. Our usual one wears a pith helmet with flowers in it. He's nice. :D
A friend of mine told me once that a Jehovah's Witness called at his house. My friend had a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He invited the JW in to talk and the man was so surprised he just stood there and said, 'Really?'
My friend said, 'Sure. I'm doing a degree in Religious Studies and my friend there in the living room is doing a masters in Theology. We love a good debate. We have an extra copy of the Koran somewhere if you'd like to take one away with you.'
The man said, 'No thank you. I don't read about other religions.'
My friend said, 'Well what makes you think we'd want to read about yours then?'
The man left.
So, that was my random anecdote for the day! Hi! I'm nomelon. Nice to meet you :D Incestuous cocksucking, you say? *leans in*
*delurks!*
That's almost too perfect
and the bad person in my head says you should have invited him in to see what you were writing.The last time we had someone like that show up, we had over a Tabletop buddy. John was a tall guy that looked like Jesus, in that 'dude with long brown hair and beard' kinda way. So when asked if we had found Jesus, my brother turned and shouted down the hallway.
"Hey Jesus! There's some guys here looking for you!"
In comes John, in a wifebeater with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The men promptly excused themselves and fled.
....strangely, those groups don't come around anymore. I'm not sure why. 9.9
Once when I was in high school, one of those guys was trying to foist the magazine off on my dad by spouting off about the article, "Fear in the Nuclear Age". At which point the dog comes tearing through the house and throws his doggy self at the screen door, barking for all he's worth. Witness goes "yeaaagh!". Dad grabs the dog by the collar and says, very calmly, "Now - what were you saying about fear?"
My point is, you should have offered to show him your butt plug collection. :D
It's wrong to try and force your beliefs down someone else's throat. Poor mum tonight had to watch some dvd with dad...and oh I just love how they take a pic of some little girl they've painted up to look hurt and then stick her on the front of one of their magazines to pull at the heartstrings of the gullible. I escaped to my room and put the music on right after I finished dinner.
One of these days I'll tell dad that I write fictional gay porn and rp a guys to get them on with other guys. Watch me get disowned XD I have to say that if they're right and the end is coming and all that...there's no way I'll get through judgement...I love my pixelated boys withother boys too much XD
But yes, they are such a pain in the butt the JW's. Get yourself a 'no hawkers' sign, my sweet and hopefully they'll not visit again.
And I second the motion that Awake is not the magazine for a good, healthy, porn-writing Blue. :3
my dad answered the door to a couple of these Jehovah's Witness people once, only they were girls. and they gave him some of those pamphlets to hold about creationism vs. evolution, and then asked him, "Do you know where people come from?"
my dad had about ninety-seven degrees in humanities, foreign languages, and several branches of science. he didn't crack even the remotest wisp of a smile. he nodded his head and said, "Yes, ladies, I do. And if you'll step inside, I'll be happy to demonstrate if you really want to know."
funny. they didn't come back after that.
*scampers off to leave you in peace*
So, I'm at my parents' place for Christmas (free food = win), and haven't really been online because naturally, every time I turn on the computer there's the rapid thud-thud of my father on the stairs come to see what I'm doing (and if I'll teach him anything, like how to use bookmarks, of all things), so it makes it tough. But! But! I was checking email and indulging in fic and I just finished Extremist Means, which you posted a couple days ago, I think, and OMG. I make flaily hands and nn-nnn noises at you!
It was fantastic. Love the concept, the way you executed Purgatory, how you didn't spell out what Sam had done but hinted at it. :d I should really feedback you there, I really should, but it took me an hour of creative window hopping to keep anyone from reading the tasty incestuous porn over my shoulder. XD
It makes me all happy and squirmy that you're here. :D I've been stalking you on LJ all this time anyway, so that makes us pretty even. Hee.
No, seriously. One surefire way into my heart is validating my constantly-wibbly ego, and I read your words three times and just sat here grinning like an idiot. A grinning, blushing, happy idiot. Nothing like having a total writer crush on someone across the internet and then finding out they just finished reading your fic. *swoons gleefully*
I can't even tell you how glad I am that you enjoyed it. I mean, I could try, but it would just come out all inarticulate and useless. So try and imagine the high-pitched noise I just made, and you can probably infer for yourself. Because seriously. So. Much. Yay.
(And I'm even more thrilled and honored that you enjoyed it while window hopping: hoh man, the number of times I've played that game... I'm actually visiting my parents for Christmas as well, and am pretty much stationed on a couch in the middle of the living room with my laptop. And my father, he's the curious sort. And while I've stopped sheltering him from a lot of my more questionable interests, I still haven't admitted to the gay incest porn. Pretty sure both my parents are smart enough cookies to have figured it out, but we all just pretend. Less awkward that way.)
Um, SO... whar's this fic of which you speak?
So I don't have a LJ or IJ account, so call me Anonymous...!
Fabulous stuff!