Ultimate entry of ultimate meandering
Apr. 9th, 2008 02:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressDISCLAIMER:
It's three thirty in the morning or so. I really really should be sleeping, but, for whatever reason (see the first point of the actual entry) I'm not. So...this is basically me with the meandering verbosity that kinda marks my entries turned up to eleven. Be warned.
***
Hey, guess what, TVtropes will ruin your life.
I mean, on the plus side, it gave me things like this ad for sliced bread and This bitchin' essay justifying the idea that Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes is actually The Narrator from Fight Club (Srsly. Go read. WARNING: SPOILS FIGHT CLUB. Which is actually a good movie, so I think you should try to not have it spoiled.)
But then...then there's the negative side.
Penelope and Sylvester are lovers, and her "perils" are actually S&M roleplaying. They are actually both enjoying her inheritance money with their travels. (From the Wild Mass Guessing article on 'The Perils of Penelope Pitstop')
What...the....FUCK?!
I mean, I know that my childhood icon is fetish fuel. Hell, she was fetish fuel for half my barbie games ("Okay, and now the bad guy has tied you up so that he can marry you..." --course, inadvertantly, the so-called 'damsel in distress' would pull out some major asskicking and escape...maybe *fetish* fuel isn't the right word for it, but there was definitely some inspiration there)
But taking the fetish to the extreme and suggesting that the super-evil Hooded Claw could *ever* win the heart (Or, well, body) of such a virtuous and awesome maiden as Ms. Pitstop...I fucking hate rule 341. Gyah, stabstab.
Soyeah. Some things just can't be unseen, and that makes me a decidedly unhappy Kat.
Also, I really need to sleep. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: This is not actually true. Rule 34 is completely hilarious, solong as it's not happening to a very small number of things from my childhood that I view as sacrosanct. Penelope is one of them, apparently2. I will not detail the others for fear of one of you linking me horrible horrible stories as some sort of twisted revenge for my schadenfreudic nature.
2: Okay, that's not even true. Penelope Pitstop clearly ought to have porn written about her, she got tied up more than *Wonder Woman* for crissakes. But I draw the line at the Hooded Claw, he was a bad guy! This was the sixties, morality was clear cut, she would never willingly fall for the likes of *him*. And I just don't do non-con3...
3: Nono, not Noncon, the annual science fiction convention hosted by Vassar College's NSO4. I'd totally do that if I could. Non-con, the shortening of non-consensual fiction. Y'know, rape and stuff. Rape is never cool.
4: NSO = Nonhuman Student Orginization or No Such Organization iirc. Important alums include Magus and Shaenon Garrity5 of Narbonic fame. Presumably lots of other people that I know and like as well.
5: Also, have I squee'd about Skin Horse, Shaenon's newest project, yet? She made cobras, battlebots, centipedes, and silverfish fisking *adorable*. Also, main character is an action transvestite6. Yay!
6: Unrelatedly, Eddie Izzard appears to be my generations version of Monty Python's Flying Circus. In rehearsal the other day, someone made a reference, and half the cast7 launched into a ten minute medley of quotes, with the other half listening in rapt admiration. It would've continued for several minutes longer, had we not been called for make-up.
7: Theatre Quote of the Day:
Terry (LD): Okay Dave, now put your right leg up around her.
Dave8: *complies*
Terry: ...Okay, um...actually, don't do that.
-OR-
Any and all references to neon Jesus and being trapped in bars of light.
8: Not to be confused with David, who is a big friendly gay boy who is far too pretty to be believed9. And was randomly attempting to grind with me earlier. Prompting me to say that his penis was far too close to me, at, of course, one of those moments when everyone naturally falls silent at once. Head -> desk, repeat.
9: So's his boyfriend, which is just about the clearest example of "hmm, maybe I should declare myself a boy *anyways*" I've had in ages10.
10: I did mention that this entry was going to meander a bit, yes? Oh good.
It's three thirty in the morning or so. I really really should be sleeping, but, for whatever reason (see the first point of the actual entry) I'm not. So...this is basically me with the meandering verbosity that kinda marks my entries turned up to eleven. Be warned.
***
Hey, guess what, TVtropes will ruin your life.
I mean, on the plus side, it gave me things like this ad for sliced bread and This bitchin' essay justifying the idea that Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes is actually The Narrator from Fight Club (Srsly. Go read. WARNING: SPOILS FIGHT CLUB. Which is actually a good movie, so I think you should try to not have it spoiled.)
But then...then there's the negative side.
Penelope and Sylvester are lovers, and her "perils" are actually S&M roleplaying. They are actually both enjoying her inheritance money with their travels. (From the Wild Mass Guessing article on 'The Perils of Penelope Pitstop')
What...the....FUCK?!
I mean, I know that my childhood icon is fetish fuel. Hell, she was fetish fuel for half my barbie games ("Okay, and now the bad guy has tied you up so that he can marry you..." --course, inadvertantly, the so-called 'damsel in distress' would pull out some major asskicking and escape...maybe *fetish* fuel isn't the right word for it, but there was definitely some inspiration there)
But taking the fetish to the extreme and suggesting that the super-evil Hooded Claw could *ever* win the heart (Or, well, body) of such a virtuous and awesome maiden as Ms. Pitstop...I fucking hate rule 341. Gyah, stabstab.
Soyeah. Some things just can't be unseen, and that makes me a decidedly unhappy Kat.
Also, I really need to sleep. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: This is not actually true. Rule 34 is completely hilarious, solong as it's not happening to a very small number of things from my childhood that I view as sacrosanct. Penelope is one of them, apparently2. I will not detail the others for fear of one of you linking me horrible horrible stories as some sort of twisted revenge for my schadenfreudic nature.
2: Okay, that's not even true. Penelope Pitstop clearly ought to have porn written about her, she got tied up more than *Wonder Woman* for crissakes. But I draw the line at the Hooded Claw, he was a bad guy! This was the sixties, morality was clear cut, she would never willingly fall for the likes of *him*. And I just don't do non-con3...
3: Nono, not Noncon, the annual science fiction convention hosted by Vassar College's NSO4. I'd totally do that if I could. Non-con, the shortening of non-consensual fiction. Y'know, rape and stuff. Rape is never cool.
4: NSO = Nonhuman Student Orginization or No Such Organization iirc. Important alums include Magus and Shaenon Garrity5 of Narbonic fame. Presumably lots of other people that I know and like as well.
5: Also, have I squee'd about Skin Horse, Shaenon's newest project, yet? She made cobras, battlebots, centipedes, and silverfish fisking *adorable*. Also, main character is an action transvestite6. Yay!
6: Unrelatedly, Eddie Izzard appears to be my generations version of Monty Python's Flying Circus. In rehearsal the other day, someone made a reference, and half the cast7 launched into a ten minute medley of quotes, with the other half listening in rapt admiration. It would've continued for several minutes longer, had we not been called for make-up.
7: Theatre Quote of the Day:
Terry (LD): Okay Dave, now put your right leg up around her.
Dave8: *complies*
Terry: ...Okay, um...actually, don't do that.
-OR-
Any and all references to neon Jesus and being trapped in bars of light.
8: Not to be confused with David, who is a big friendly gay boy who is far too pretty to be believed9. And was randomly attempting to grind with me earlier. Prompting me to say that his penis was far too close to me, at, of course, one of those moments when everyone naturally falls silent at once. Head -> desk, repeat.
9: So's his boyfriend, which is just about the clearest example of "hmm, maybe I should declare myself a boy *anyways*" I've had in ages10.
10: I did mention that this entry was going to meander a bit, yes? Oh good.
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on 2008-04-09 08:05 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-09 03:43 pm (UTC)~Sor
1: Totally.
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on 2008-04-10 09:55 pm (UTC)1*twitch*
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on 2008-04-09 08:12 am (UTC)It's never made much sense to me that Wonder Woman got tied up. She's the one with the rope, so that's backwards.
Also, this is quite an impressive entry.
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on 2008-04-09 10:45 am (UTC)The creator of Wonder Woman was heavily into bondage and polyamory, as well as the superiority of women (WW's powers were originally "she's a normal woman who has never lived under the oppression of men, and thus has trained her abilities to what is possible for any woman", which are like a boobie-powered Batman). He was kinda weird for his time.
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on 2008-04-09 03:47 pm (UTC)Convinient plot point, iirc --if WW ever lets herself be bound by a man, she loses her powers. This means, if you want to make her helpless for any reason ever, you have to tie her up.
Oddly I see rape fantasies as substantially less frightening than noncon fanfic at least (can't really say much about original fiction). I think at least part of that is the fact that I do write, and I do have these characters who I like, and I'd love to see them out in the real world someday. But the thought of someone else taking my characters and arbitrarily doing this to them...*shudders*
(I can only hope JK Rowling has never read fanficition of her stuff. It would, I'm sure, break her brain.)
~Sor
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on 2008-04-09 10:22 pm (UTC)I bet she finds it hilarious. Especially the really bad ones.
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on 2008-04-09 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-09 03:43 pm (UTC)~Sor