Fishstickslorien. Heh.

I think I'd prefer Slothlorien, with all the stoner elves lounging around unable to be arsed about saving the world. And Sauron would have to live in Fourdoor, possibly in a salloon...

...and I thnk that somebody had better stop me now. Yes. Right. Stepping away from the painfully bad jokes ve-ry slowly....

The blending of the two races came together perfectly in Elanor Ravenstar

Tall, slender, and bearded?

I'd be more impressed with the argument if the argumenter didn't start out by citing her genius level IQ, et cetera, or take so many words to structure her argument against a statement that is easily discernable as outright stupid.

You do realize she was essentially parodying the style of the original kerfuffle-maker, only doing it with an actual brain, right?

You do realize she was essentially parodying the style of the original kerfuffle-maker, only doing it with an actual brain, right?

I had no way of knowing that, FWIW. I thought Jenny was just taking her whole grad student-ness a bit too seriously.

Which made me wonder WTF was up with her, but didn't trigger my "Ah, she's joking" meter.

Congrats, Am-Chau! It is nice to be noticed!

Thanks, Theodosia. It is indeed.

The Mary-Sue generator is hilarious.

Clark sighed heavily as she threw her velvet cloak to the floor. Feisty anger flashed in her blue eyes. 'Curse you father!' she muttered to herself under her breath. 'An arranged marriage! How could you do this to me... your only daughter! Have you no care for my own happiness?' She flopped over onto her soft flannel-sheeted bed and glanced around at the empty room. Tears began to flood her eyes and roll softly down her porcelain cheeks. 'I cannot marry another,' she said in a voice no louder than a whisper. 'I cannot, for my true love is Lex.'

(No prizes for guessing my current favourite fandom.)

They had met two summers ago in Gondor, when Clark had gone for a ride in the country with her mother and sisters. But when Clark had strayed off the path to follow an adorable baby cat, she had become separated from her family and hopelessly lost. Then out of nowhere a band of orcs had appeared to attack her. By some stroke of luck, she happened to have her father's superspeed hidden secretly within the folds of her skirt. But though she managed to kill eight of the foul creatures, she was soon outnumbered.

This is what I get for disobeying the instructions:

Then just as she though her life would be ended, a beautiful dream-like vision appeared before her. The deadly warrior who had come to her rescue, a handsome elf, quickly killed off the remaining forty two orcs with his x-ray vision before rushing to Clark's side.

It was love at first sight. The moment she looked into his sparkling yellow eyes, Clark knew there would never be any other for her. 'My name is Lex,' he said in a voice soft as the summer wind. Tenderly, he put a hand on her breast to make sure she was alright. 'Are you hurt, my lady?' he asked.

'No,' she replied. In truth there was a bad cut on her penis, but she didn't want to worry Lex. 'And my name is Clark.'

And later on, an totally new view of the Kents:

Her father came from the line of dwarves of The Talon, while her mother was born into a lordly house of orcs in the White Hill.

Okay, so it's not that funny. But... some of it is. The first time.

(Er, well, I've seen that kind of argumentation out of Jen before. Then again, I suppose it's never hard to bring in the snotty when arguing on the internet.)

Actually, I'm a little mystified. I have deep and serious objections to RPF, but this is not a new topic at all. (I mean, I'm sort of annoyed at the intent of her theses, because she seems to speak quickly past what I still think are legitimate objections, but mostly, I'm just like, Dude, didn't we just have this argument? 100 billion times?)

Also, even deeply squicked as I am by RPF, I can reasonably grasp that the person being responded to sounds crazy. I've always been a little unclear on the point in arguing with crazy people. Like trying to sweep the beach clean, you know?

What Lyra Jane and Nutty said.

Especially on the

I'm just like, Dude, didn't we just have this argument? 100 billion times?

Also, even deeply squicked as I am by RPF, I can reasonably grasp that the person being responded to sounds crazy. I've always been a little unclear on the point in arguing with crazy people. Like trying to sweep the beach clean, you know?

Well, if some of your best RL friends had just been tarred in a long, long and sadly now-locked rant, you might have been a little pissed, too. (I think the summation is up on Journal Fen) And she's a crazy person with enough of a fanbase that it all sort of crossed over into our other kerfuffle from the weekend.

The person was not unknown to me, as a result of some of her other rants; she tends to write long, self-righteous defenses of her own harassment of writers who write things she disagrees with. As someone who has written RPF (though, of course, probably not the type people think of when they think RPF) AND non-con fic, which are her two bugaboos, I've found her offensive and incomprehensible before, and loved seeing her get a taste of her own medicine.

I'm just like, Dude, didn't we just have this argument? 100 billion times?

Ah, fandom, where you get to have the same argument over and over and over...

See also: "Xander lied!"; "It was rape!"; "Joss hates lesbians!"; "Why should I spellcheck, it's only a story."; "Slash is AU!"; "Mulder was abused!"; "BuffyNAngle4Evah!"; "Doggett sux!", etc ad infinitum.

Hm. So, the intent of the essay was to tar her back, the intended audience everyone who is already annoyed by her? I mean, I think the crazy person in question won't see the error of her ways, and anybody who is a slavish worshipper of a crazy person is probably also a hopeless case.

I don't know -- isn't arguing to convince people who already agree with you a waste of time? I can see getting something on the public record to the effect that no, Crazy Argument #1 is not going to go unchallenged, but after that, it's sort of wanking.