~~getting in touch with your inner plebe.
Dec. 16th, 2002 02:20 amahhh, the joys of plebefic. let me now wax poetically about them. ahem.
let me just say, that plebefic makes my life brighter. plebefic waters my garden, and upholds the various wondrous laws of the universe. i know i said, i will use the next entry to wax and wane about goodfic, but such is my contrary nature, that when i try to -plan- on something, it makes me loath to do it. i weep, i weep. and i also cannot, just cannot make myself do homework. when reviewing and squeeing over fic, when betaing and talking and doing -anything- is homework, i cannot find that primeval joy in it anymore.
but plebefic releases me. i don't care if i never say a word to a plebefic author, because you know what?? all their reviewers (all 155 of them!) have said it for me. i'm sure it's things like, "you r0XX0r" and "pliz continue, we luv u". and indeed, they are correct, for verily, we should love the plebefic author.
the plebefic author is not a rare specimen, or particularly pleasant to behold. they often smell badly, have bald spots, and limp horribly, often stopping to stuff daisies up their nose. but this is a reason to love the plebefic author. they are the ones who keep the world shiny fresh, for all their unglory. it is them we should thank-- for what, i don't know, but we should thank them.
my first instinct is to be annoyed and smiteful at the idea of draco malfoy reading `the hobbit' for fun. but then i realized the error of my ways. for indeed, many an intellislasher do silly things such as this in their writing, except they are cloaked in the veil of good pacing, grammar, and sophisticated word use. ok, i cannot think of a particular instance here, so i am probably wrong, but bear with me here. anyway.
the point is... there is something so honest and refreshing about sitcoms and transparent plots and stupid jokes and character abuse and blatant mary suing of the main characters. i mean-- you can embrace your inner plebe, who only cares about... well, what does your inner plebe care about?
indeed, your inner plebe cares about things that make you bounce, squee, snicker, and nod your head, thinking, "that wuz cool, now they can kiss. ooo-er."
i think i just got in touch with my inner anti-plebe, which wasn't my intent. i think it's fun to turn my brain off. i mean, i feel next to nothing (unlike the intensely emotional experience that i get reading goodfic-- unlike the way my body seizes up, and my heart pounds, and i can't rest or think of anything else or even -breathe- because i'm just so -there-, so involved). plebefic is like a stroll in the park. it doesn't ask anything. it is a very docile dog.
i think what this proves is that i cannot really write an ode to plebefic, because it involves too much thought. by thinking, i repudate the ideals of plebefic, and the spirit in which it was put forth (ie, unthinking giggliness). thus i repent, and go back to waiting for harry & draco to snog. (will they snog?? is it this chapter, or the next?? will it be perfect, amazing, -awesome-, or will harry blush and turn away?! i cannot wait to find out!!).
i'm sorry, i won't do this again, heh. am too overcome by luw 14 to really analyze it and was feeling unworthy. guh. guh.
EDIT - what was i thinking. eek. i was really -remembering- (just now) how aja and amalin and penguin and so on make me feel-- how i feel like i could fall to my knees and like -die-, or something... and i can't believe i was even pretending i would trade that for anything, for any sort of emotional numbness, a blanket of surface indulgence. i'm a t00b. i'm stupid. guh.
let me just say, that plebefic makes my life brighter. plebefic waters my garden, and upholds the various wondrous laws of the universe. i know i said, i will use the next entry to wax and wane about goodfic, but such is my contrary nature, that when i try to -plan- on something, it makes me loath to do it. i weep, i weep. and i also cannot, just cannot make myself do homework. when reviewing and squeeing over fic, when betaing and talking and doing -anything- is homework, i cannot find that primeval joy in it anymore.
but plebefic releases me. i don't care if i never say a word to a plebefic author, because you know what?? all their reviewers (all 155 of them!) have said it for me. i'm sure it's things like, "you r0XX0r" and "pliz continue, we luv u". and indeed, they are correct, for verily, we should love the plebefic author.
the plebefic author is not a rare specimen, or particularly pleasant to behold. they often smell badly, have bald spots, and limp horribly, often stopping to stuff daisies up their nose. but this is a reason to love the plebefic author. they are the ones who keep the world shiny fresh, for all their unglory. it is them we should thank-- for what, i don't know, but we should thank them.
my first instinct is to be annoyed and smiteful at the idea of draco malfoy reading `the hobbit' for fun. but then i realized the error of my ways. for indeed, many an intellislasher do silly things such as this in their writing, except they are cloaked in the veil of good pacing, grammar, and sophisticated word use. ok, i cannot think of a particular instance here, so i am probably wrong, but bear with me here. anyway.
the point is... there is something so honest and refreshing about sitcoms and transparent plots and stupid jokes and character abuse and blatant mary suing of the main characters. i mean-- you can embrace your inner plebe, who only cares about... well, what does your inner plebe care about?
indeed, your inner plebe cares about things that make you bounce, squee, snicker, and nod your head, thinking, "that wuz cool, now they can kiss. ooo-er."
i think i just got in touch with my inner anti-plebe, which wasn't my intent. i think it's fun to turn my brain off. i mean, i feel next to nothing (unlike the intensely emotional experience that i get reading goodfic-- unlike the way my body seizes up, and my heart pounds, and i can't rest or think of anything else or even -breathe- because i'm just so -there-, so involved). plebefic is like a stroll in the park. it doesn't ask anything. it is a very docile dog.
i think what this proves is that i cannot really write an ode to plebefic, because it involves too much thought. by thinking, i repudate the ideals of plebefic, and the spirit in which it was put forth (ie, unthinking giggliness). thus i repent, and go back to waiting for harry & draco to snog. (will they snog?? is it this chapter, or the next?? will it be perfect, amazing, -awesome-, or will harry blush and turn away?! i cannot wait to find out!!).
i'm sorry, i won't do this again, heh. am too overcome by luw 14 to really analyze it and was feeling unworthy. guh. guh.
EDIT - what was i thinking. eek. i was really -remembering- (just now) how aja and amalin and penguin and so on make me feel-- how i feel like i could fall to my knees and like -die-, or something... and i can't believe i was even pretending i would trade that for anything, for any sort of emotional numbness, a blanket of surface indulgence. i'm a t00b. i'm stupid. guh.
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Date: 2002-12-15 11:26 pm (UTC)hi. I unfortunately do not share in the joys of plebefic. but I can see where you are coming from....... sort of. :P
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Date: 2002-12-16 07:03 am (UTC)You've just been drive-by hugged by the Hug Chain! Pass it on, and keep the fandom love going strong! steal this image url to use for your drive-by hugs, and share the love!!
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Date: 2002-12-16 03:19 pm (UTC)SURPRISE!
You've just been drive-by hugged by the Hug Chain! Pass it on, and keep the fandom love going strong! *Mwah!*
Now for your actual comment: I fully agree with you; too much plebefic gets annoying, but sometimes it's just nice to let your brain go to sleep and just read a plebefic for the sake of reading.
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Date: 2002-12-16 09:53 pm (UTC)SURPRISE!
You've just been drive-by hugged by the Hug Chain! Pass it on, and keep the fandom love going strong!