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2002-04-19 - 9:16 a.m. zen quotes v1.0 We're the first to admit that, as mailing lists go, we're occasionally amusing. In fact, we think we're pretty damn hilarious. Which is why the Ineffable Ms Barr (Co-moderator, Grand High Zen Archivist, Priestess of Poolboys, Keeper of the Shrine to Bujold, Co-Vice Mugwump and Example to Everyone) has compiled the Zendom Quote List. Zendom: Out of context, out of character and out of control. Warning: profanity happens.
Bitter old fan queen t-shirts on sale in the commissary yet? I think the issue of who is a bitter old fan queen vs. who is bitter because she's not yet a bitter old fan queen needs to be addressed. In fact, it needs an entire mailing list dedicated to it... I can crack a wet noodle good as anyone. It's just me and Lori trading koans. It's a postmodernist fandom. There is no subject of our attention. Which means, of course, that it's just about us, and we are our own greatest fans ... which nicely sums up most of the undergraduate postmodernists I know... The first thing to remember about anyone who says they are a postmodernist is that anyone who says they are a postmodernist automatically isn't... It cries out for fanfic. I'm blocking my ears... A proper gripe should leave your audience laughing at the foibles of TPTB and the BOFQs. An improper gripe drives your audience into the hinterlands of fandom, where they fritter away their talents on C/7 haiku and mailing lists about nothing... I take no responsibility if I come up with something really funny. "Picture Vulcans being very vague and mystical - sort of like Spock after his resurrection." Yay! Someone actually reads my recs! And oh shit. Someone actually reads my recs. ::runs frantically to page to check for runs in stockings, exposed slips, food between teeth:: "Liz, you're already slotted to not-beta the stories." I suppose I could not procrastinate a lot about the story I'm not going to write... >davie the good monkeey. that is what i am calling him. what Boys are bad for you. And so is goofy laughing. Two kinds of fics inspire: those that are so good you want more of the same, and those that are so bad you must rescue the drowning puppy of plot from the muddy waters of... well, you get the picture. "How do you categorise pool boy fic?" Zendom - all poolboy all the time. Can that be our slogan? The idea of Krycek/Poolboy is also not unappealing. I'm so incredibly zen, that it's almost scary. Or it could be that the drugs are finally kicking in. Any more zen, I think I'd float. Pool boy/pool boy slash? Yay! Quote lists! "What the hell is 'easter egg vinegar' anyway?" I crave the attention... "Can I review your review?" (Liz: I'm bored. Not so bored that I'll proofread this review, but bored. Review, review, review, this episode is kind of familiar ... hold on, which episode am I reviewing again?) Is very strange. Very, very strange. Rather like easter egg vinegar in the eyeball. Reading dis meks me feel lik a sillly, silly ass pumpking... "I got as far as the NC-17 Lion King fic." Excuse me while I go wash out my brain. As if minesweeper fic wasn't bad enough... With reality like that, who needs parody? "If B'Elanna swings a bat'leth on the holodeck and misses, did she really commit an act of violence?" Anyone up for Solitaire fanfic? No more standards - I'm only going to toss them out the window one day. That's it - I'm now officially fucked up for life. "Part A ends up in slot B." I think I've rubbernecked at too many fan fiction accidents. It doesn't take him long to find the whore of his dreams. Overall, The Eye of Argon is a refreshing splash of vinegar in this jaundiced fic-reader's eye. If we post to our site, and no one advertises that we're posting on it, who besides us is gonna read it? And does that mean we do not yet exist? ohmmmmmmm... Or does everything go through the Great Liz Barr? "Yeah, but don't let it go to your head or nothing." I've had cats appreciate my laptop, but never my writing... Let's just say that I'm an International Man of Mystery... "Toaster oven??? I was promised a George Foreman grill, single person size! what gives? Seema gets a whole toaster oven?" "Sorry. It was on the registration form, right between a lifetime supply of spatulas and a Neelix blow-up doll. Maybe Jemima can change your order?" Do we have standards? I think I'm going to go hide behind Lori now. I thought you were ordering us around. We need order to keep ourselves from sinking into the unbetaed mire of fandom-at-large. "Welcome to the madhouse. The anti-depressants are over on the refreshment table, next to the pretzels." I grok slash. "Maybe my own answers to your questions lurk within.... maybe not. I'll get back to you. Or not." Et tu, Mary Sue? I refuse to take the blame for your muse's bad behavior. Really I do. Whether it be for smut or "Pretty Woman," not my fault. Still, in the grand scheme of the things, fanfic addiction is not such a bad thing... I could be in prison. "I'm in the mood to make hamburger out of a sacred cow." There is no boring J/C, only bored J/Cers. "I love you, Kathryn." December is now officially the month of smut. If the smut gets broadcast on prime-time television, it's not just canon, it's a whole new religion. Kashyk Kashyk Kashyk Kashyk ... not that I'm obsessed or anything. I haven't done anything this fraught with unexpected consequences since I started this list. Spike *is* evil, in his own fluffy bunny wabbit way. Ignorance is bliss - just ask a jetcer. I had every intention of letting him poolboy in full leather. So what if he gets a little sweaty? A flame war seems to pull out a whole new breed of talent. You're going to have to go a lot further than that to offend the locals. Here, let me demonstrate... People are strange, don't you think? My characters make sense. But not people. I think I'll retreat into a nice safe slash world... There should be a law against overweight middle aged clowns in leather. And off I go, to swipe Picard's kidney, except he falls in love with me. But I'm terribly intimidated by the thought of a stepdaughter who's older than I am (I'm 29, remember?) and even though he begs and pleads and offers to quit Starfleet and devote his entire life to massaging my feet, I take a fancy to the poolboy instead... Other people only encourage newbies, which is nice for the newbies but leaves the old-bies feeling unwanted. Then again, maybe we *are* unwanted. There are other uses for butter knives, too. I could change my mind and tickle him with it until he agrees to perform a strip tease for me. And I knew, at that moment, that I was completely, totally, head over heels, in love with Lori. Characters and places belong to Paramount with the exception of Lori, who is a Real Person and appears in this fic with permission. Sean Connery and Russell Crow are also Real People and appear in this fic without their knowledge or permission.. Unadulterated Blog Rape. Oh come on Lori, you know, I've always had a crush on you... Zendom... the sound of one fan squicking. Picard: What the hell. Number One, get the Romulan ale. Wes, reroute the holodecks to put the redhead in engineering, maybe we'll get some work done. Worf, find a way to keep Troi from talking. Worf: [unzips pants]YES, SIR! You wrote about having a crush on Lori? Quick tour of the premises. Marshmellows and toasting forks available in the kitchen. Starbucks coffee always available. Lori is the dispenser of Clorox and toaster ovens. If you wander down towards the pool, you'll find our poolboys down there. Feel free to bring your own. Maybe everyone's over at ASCEM watching the Troll and Sock Puppet Fest in progress. I'm such a wet noodle when it comes to moderation. Hmmm. Sound of Music fic. Maybe one in which Liesl marries a tavern owner and becomes a lush, much to the dismay of the captain. "Wiki wiki wiki wiki wiki!" "The future is Slytherin." "Hey Christine! I roped some -- er, solicited another article! When does my hot tub get here?" I am the cashew of fanfiction.
Liz Barr likes to divide her time between her Fic Compound, where she blogs and writes fic in several fandoms, and the Zen Resort, where she likes to unwind with a cocktail and a poolboy. Her hobbies include the Flying Monkey Training Program, various mutual admiration societies and Big Shiny Boots. She has something of an addiction to quote lists. But she can give up any time she wants. Promise.
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