stunt_muppet

For one week, recommend/share:

Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quotation
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy

So I recently installed the Firefox plugin "Bork Bork Bork!" which, in truth, was the primary reason I installed Firefox at all. Because this plugin can translate any text on your clipboard into Fake Swedish, and I am almost endlessly amused by it.

So, for sharing today: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", as read by Swedish Chef.

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( In zee ruum zee vumee cume-a und gu/Telkeeng ooff Meechelungelu... )

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And yet, in retrospect, the thought of Swedish Chef having existential Modernist angst is almost unbearably depressing. Here, have some real Swedish Chef to cheer you up:




And now I'm going to try writing hour!fic again. Ta.

[ETA} But before I do that, I've just read that apparently there's a bit in Supernatural where Castiel tells Dean (which one's he, again?) , in a completely serious voice, that "God was not on a tortilla in Mexico".

DAMMIT SHOW STOP TEMPTING ME TO WATCH YOU.

The quick and easy way to ruin your weekend: 

Discover than not only are there ants in your room stealing your food, but there is an ENTIRE COLONY OF FRUIT FLIES living in your trash can. And they're fucking impossible to get rid of. They won't LEAVE.

Needless to say this has turned me from a decent entomology student to "EVERY SINGLE INDIVIDUAL MEMBER OF CLASS INSECTA NEEDS TO FUCKING DIE RIGHT NOW".

AND NOW THERE'S A BUG BITE ON MY ANKLE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW IT GOT THERE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW FRUIT FLIES CAN'T BITE BUT WHAT IF THEY WEREN'T REALLY FRUIT FLIES WHAT IF THEY WERE SOMETHING ELSE AND OH MY GOD I ALREADY FEEL LIKE THEY'RE CRAWLING ALL OVER ME ALONG WITH ALL THE ANTS WHAT IF THEY'VE INFESTED MY BEDROOM AND THERE'S SOME EMORMOUS FUCKOFF ANT FARM WHAT I'M SLEEPING RIGHT ON TOP OF.

I...I know this sounds stupid. but I do not know if I'm going to be able to sleep tonight. Someone please take my mind of these fucking BUGS.

*shudder*

I think I have at least gotten them out of my room. Unfortunately it is now 6 a.m. and I'm totally thrown off for the rest of the day. Crap.

Quote a bit of my writing at me? Find that one story of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or a paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it, no matter how long or short.

Then copypasta this into your journal, and we'll all have a big love-in!