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[noahgibbs]

This was written a bit back by misternihil, who I *thought* was on my default reading filter :-)

Old Anew, an analysis of the Deheoglonic poem

It's quite an amusing little piece, at least to me.

Comments

[japlady.livejournal.com]

permission denied... I don't think thats open to the public

[angelbob.livejournal.com]

Weird. Yup, that one's friends-locked. I wonder why.

[misternihil.livejournal.com]

It was a bonus one. I locked most of the bonus ones, but I'll go fix this one real quick.
Heehee. Real quick.

[misternihil.livejournal.com]

It's fixed.
Man, I just can't get over that. "Real Quick," he says. Man. I'm just rotfling. ring'otflmao or whatever. That thing nerds say to mean they think stuff's funny.
"real quick."
Man alive. I just can't... Geez.

[misternihil.livejournal.com]

Indeed, I've opened all of the bonus extra entries up to last month. Next month, I'll unlock this month's extras. And so on.
Man. "Real Quick." It just doesn't get any less funny. I floored meself with that one.

[angelbob.livejournal.com]

Cool. Well, maybe you'll get some fun commentary. I should go back and repost a link to the "from where I'm sitting, I can see God" one. That was excellent.

Riposte!

[misternihil.livejournal.com]

There's a new link to it & it's sister story here. I've conveniently titled it "god."

Re: Riposte!

[angelbob.livejournal.com]

"Rectitude" is the sister story of "God"? Weird. I feel like I'm missing a connection. They seem pretty unrelated on first perusal.

"Rectitude", at first, seems like just a random annoying guy, but with plenty of actual annoyances to work with, and him getting a probably-deserved comeuppance. There are just a couple of details (why red trucks?) that seem to belie that.

Re: Riposte!

[misternihil.livejournal.com]

I'm not exactly sure why they're related. They popped fully-formed into my head at the same moment and demanded to be released. I've always assumed there must be something that connects them, even if it's just a similar seed somewhere in the world. They may be based on the same dream, even, which I think happens a lot. It's hard not to blame some of them on dreams, especially the ones about dreams.
Actually, now that I think about it, they probably share an origin in retail. I think I've met both people, the asshole and the guy who sees God in diners. I haven't met them in that form, of course, but that's where the leap to fiction happens. Kind of like the guy with his Ocarina. I know him, but he doesn't exist. He's just little pieces of a thousand people all jumbled up into that guy and that story. It's not so much that it did happen, as that it could happen.
It all comes down to my theory of fiction, which I summed up for Ruth some time ago: It's fine to lie, as long as you write them down and call them fictions. Speaking of whom, I need to make her read her lie that I formalized.