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You know, wrestling companies running vignettes is like a friend trying to set you up on blind date. Summaries rarely work for the good ones, and usually make the bad ones sound worse. Take Kizarny. Imagine you and your BFF Steph sitting at Starbucks, sipping lattes and sharing a cookie.
Then she's all: There's someone I want you to meet.
You: Oh?
Steph: His name is Kizarny, and uh... he's a carny, and he kinda speaks a dialect of Pig Latin.
You: Ugh.
Steph: He has his teeth. And he kinda-sorta looks like Chris Jericho.
You *perking up*
Steph: Well, actually, remember when Chris first debuted in WWE, back in 2000ish? Pretend in a crazy, mixed-up alternate universe that Chris had an older brother who, you know, wasn't really into having a high school education or showering most days or being as hot and funny and sweet and clever and well-read as Chris. Oh, and he does a lot of meth. Makes it, takes it. Sells it, with his cousin Andy. And one time, he and Andy were trading off some "product" and money, and they were at their Grandma's wake, and they were up by her casket, figuring no one would bother them while they were paying their respects. Well, Kizarny ends up dropping the meth into the casket. So they're rooting around, trying to find it. Uncle Marv comes up behind them, and is like "Quit fucking around. Go sit down!" Grandma ends up getting buried with the meth, and later on, when Kizarny and Andy go to dig it up, they dig up the wrong grave first. After they finally get grandma up, they take her cross necklace too. And the jewelry off the guy who they dug up first. They don't bother re-burying them. Squirrels get into the other guys' coffin and make a nest. It rains on him and grandma before anyone finds them, and when Aunt Carol finds out, she cries.
You: I'll pass.
***
Sign #1224342 that my life is blessed. I'm angsting over whether or not to leave feedback on a story. Years ago, this would not have been an issue. I would have left feedback, no matter if I "knew" the author, liked the author, or the author was somebody everyone else mocked. That's how a fandom thrives. Since then, I've learned my lesson. Talk to crazy once, and crazy worms its way in. Then you have to deal with getting crazy e-mail (want to read my MarySue has a band and Bischoff is her manager ficcie?!?!?) or crazy posting in your journal or crazy deciding to be bitchy about your feedback. It's not worth it.
But, I really liked the story. Liked it so much, that I'm willing to pretend that instead of landing squarely on "shit on I like", this fic ventures into "good" on the quality scale. Even with its typos and bad spelliing and obvious un-beta'dness.
How do you feedback that, though? Besides the ultra-shitty "I liked this!". Snot that I am, I'm Miss LookDownHerNose the other 99.99% of crazy author' crazy portfolio. I've skimmed it, at best it's badfic, at worse it's on par with Fudgie the Whale Cake makes the aftermath of rape taste sweet!fic. I don't want to encourage more badfic, but I can't help but remember how overjoyed I was when my own badfic got praise, especially when the FB was from someone I didn't expect to give me feedback/know.
Uh. Life is good when this is my drama.
Then she's all: There's someone I want you to meet.
You: Oh?
Steph: His name is Kizarny, and uh... he's a carny, and he kinda speaks a dialect of Pig Latin.
You: Ugh.
Steph: He has his teeth. And he kinda-sorta looks like Chris Jericho.
You *perking up*
Steph: Well, actually, remember when Chris first debuted in WWE, back in 2000ish? Pretend in a crazy, mixed-up alternate universe that Chris had an older brother who, you know, wasn't really into having a high school education or showering most days or being as hot and funny and sweet and clever and well-read as Chris. Oh, and he does a lot of meth. Makes it, takes it. Sells it, with his cousin Andy. And one time, he and Andy were trading off some "product" and money, and they were at their Grandma's wake, and they were up by her casket, figuring no one would bother them while they were paying their respects. Well, Kizarny ends up dropping the meth into the casket. So they're rooting around, trying to find it. Uncle Marv comes up behind them, and is like "Quit fucking around. Go sit down!" Grandma ends up getting buried with the meth, and later on, when Kizarny and Andy go to dig it up, they dig up the wrong grave first. After they finally get grandma up, they take her cross necklace too. And the jewelry off the guy who they dug up first. They don't bother re-burying them. Squirrels get into the other guys' coffin and make a nest. It rains on him and grandma before anyone finds them, and when Aunt Carol finds out, she cries.
You: I'll pass.
***
Sign #1224342 that my life is blessed. I'm angsting over whether or not to leave feedback on a story. Years ago, this would not have been an issue. I would have left feedback, no matter if I "knew" the author, liked the author, or the author was somebody everyone else mocked. That's how a fandom thrives. Since then, I've learned my lesson. Talk to crazy once, and crazy worms its way in. Then you have to deal with getting crazy e-mail (want to read my MarySue has a band and Bischoff is her manager ficcie?!?!?) or crazy posting in your journal or crazy deciding to be bitchy about your feedback. It's not worth it.
But, I really liked the story. Liked it so much, that I'm willing to pretend that instead of landing squarely on "shit on I like", this fic ventures into "good" on the quality scale. Even with its typos and bad spelliing and obvious un-beta'dness.
How do you feedback that, though? Besides the ultra-shitty "I liked this!". Snot that I am, I'm Miss LookDownHerNose the other 99.99% of crazy author' crazy portfolio. I've skimmed it, at best it's badfic, at worse it's on par with Fudgie the Whale Cake makes the aftermath of rape taste sweet!fic. I don't want to encourage more badfic, but I can't help but remember how overjoyed I was when my own badfic got praise, especially when the FB was from someone I didn't expect to give me feedback/know.
Uh. Life is good when this is my drama.
