Um.

I really like them. Not in a sexy way, but in a this is completely and totally off the wall way - and weirdly charming. With Jetta the tortoise. It's like - has anyone seen the Czech film Conspirators of Pleasure by Jan Svankmajer? It's bemusing, and I don't find the the people's obsessions sexy myself, but it's weirdly disarming and almost sweet, in a way. Just so odd, and vulnerable, and off the wall.

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(and they aren't porn - don't fear clicking. They're just very odd.)

I don't think they're especially bad -- they're just so weird. Roy Orbison! Cling-film! Turtles! And the writer asks for links to other stories about wrapping pop stars in cling-film! It's like RPF from a planet where Saran Wrap has replaced sex.

See, that's what I said! Charming.

Charming's probably a good world.

I like the terrapin, especially since I went to Maryland.

There are strange and bizarre places that even my Erisian tendencies don't want to go for fear of the sheer disorientation.

Dude. It's like, the cling-film person is the coyote trickster, and Roy Orbison is like the wise eagle. Or is it the other way around?

And why the hell am I reading about some German person's obscure cling-film fetish?

How odd. A friend shared that site with me the other day. I particularly like "well-groomed terrapin." It ought to be a band name.

I didn't know what 'terrapin' was, and instead of looking it up at the M-W Online like a properly studious lass, kept on reading the story under the delusion that "Jetta" referred to a car. Which, as you can imagine, added even more layer of surrealism to the story, if such thing was possible.

Me too vonnie!

Because Dana said I had to post a link.

I present for your zombie reading pleasure, my response to the Brain-Eating Good challenge: Big Damn Zombies, Sir.

The fandom is Firefly. The rating is PG-13 for language and things gross and creepifying.

Brrraaaaiiiiiiinnnnsss... go on and eat some!