Note the hypocrisy vis-a-vis the guy whose iq is 1/4 trig palin’s sexism and “bawdy” humour vs the drunken hijinks of Jon Favreau and a cardboard cut out of HRC.
The hypocrisy in that case wasn’t just Riverdaughter’s - myiq2xu had the unmitigated gall to lecture all and sundry at great length on the evils of misogyny epitomized by the unseemly mauling of that lump of cardboard.
But as for his success or lack of it, I have a feeling that myiq2xu is, in the immortal phrase, all mouth and no trousers.
It’s almost touchingly funny watching him try to fend off angienc2, who seems to be his female doppelganger in the Effluence’s clusterfuck of fail. Get a room.
Now they’re all excited at the number of hits this storm in a teacup’s generating. The fact that this time next week about 10,000 per cent more of web users will have concluded that they are the lamest thing since PUMA PAC doesn’t seem an issue (maybe they plan on selling up and moving on?).
But then in earlier days, Riverdaughter was quite a fan of online role-playing games where she was the centre of attention. I think The Effluence fulfils that need nowadays. Just as well, or we could well be commenting on this sort of thing:
You spend a few months away from the computer building a hospital and what happens? Your husband starts inventing affairs between you and one of your candy stripers so he can chase after another married man. This wouldn’t be a problem, except for the fact that he’s so busy playing with my makeup kit that I am not getting laid. Sauron is preoccupied and pickings are slim in Barad-dûr. If you’re picky about orc sex, anyway. Which I am. They killed me once. On my husband’s orders, yeah, but having sex with more than one of your previous murderers is just overdoing it.
Sure, there’s Jeff, but have any of you SEEN Jeff? Of course you haven’t. He wears a paper bag over his head. I made the mistake of having lunch with him once. He spilled Snapple on the bag and had to change it. Saw his face. My brain boiled. Seriously, I’m a water-thing, I do that, and it ruined my perm.
So. Let’s just get right down to it.
WHO WANTS TO FUCK THE WATER-THING?</font>
Come now, don’t be shy! I used to have a waiting list, but I think everyone on the list retired while I was busy being married or absent. Whatever! You know you want to. I have a great rack. Male, female, I’m not picky so long as you don’t have a tail. No, you’re not guaranteed to get laid, but I’ll give you a pair of Sauron’s lacy panties or a popsicle as a consolation prize if you don’t.
Maybe I should start a rock garden or something.
File under “too much information.”
Comment by yetanotherfreakingbrit on 01/07/09 at 09:33 AM