Sunday, November 16, 2008

Putting the "Ass" Back in F-ass-t Food (heh heh heh heh heh)


You may as well know that today is also National Fast Food Day, though as someone else has pointed out, every day is National Fast Food Day. Butt-head will be our mascot for this event, held at Burger World in Highland, Texas. Daria herself asks an important question about Beavis and Butt-head's future: click here.

Enjoy your mouseburger!


LATE ADD: Father Martin has left an invitation for a Dariacon in London on November 19th. Anyone up to it?


PPMB
  • Bet, by Legendeld (Part 6): “So, are you knocked up?”
  • Daylight: Recruitment Day, by Richard Lobinske (COMPLETE!): For some reason, the phrase "Did the earth move for you, too?" comes to mind.
  • Order and Chaos, by Legendeld (Part 11): Gracious, where are all these dead Sith coming from?
  • The Other Side of Time: Unfinished Business, by The Sidhe (continued): The news from the Morgendorffer house was not to Jasper’s liking. “So they’ve got the place well guarded, eh?” said Jasper as he looked at the rough map of the area his men had drawn up.
Other
  • Mannequinn, by Michael Pallante (COMPLETE!): An emotionally damaged Daria and family arrive in Lawndale. *

* Contains adult content.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Um, for the sake of clarity, it's Mannequinn. Two Ns. Quite possibly to be pronounced Manne-Quinn, but you'd have to check with the author on that.

The Angst Guy said...

Oops.

Anonymous said...

Another apocalyptic dream starring Daria and Quinn:

My neighborhood was being evacuated due to some nuclear threat -- I think it was a suitcase nuke? But it was shaped like a lawn dart.

Anyway, we were given the order to evacuate into an underground bunker, but I pointed out that we still had eight minutes before the bomb went off, and could take a few key personal possessions. (I took my teddy bear, MP3 player, and a few notebooks and pens).

Quinn comes in to the room, holding the lawn dart nuke. This makes us all very, very nervous, but Quinn assures us that it's still not going to go off for another eight minutes. She knows this because of the blinking red light on the device.

At this point in the dream, it turned into me reading it like it was a fanfiction. The last line in the fic was a bit of dialogue in which Daria was starting to reprimand Quinn for thinking that, but was cut off abruptly. So much for eight minutes.

The Angst Guy said...

Only Quinn would walk around with a lawn-dart nuke in her hand.