I'll Ignore The Latter Part Of Your Utterance.

[rionaleonhart]

Charlie Brooker wished the man who uploads his programmes onto YouTube a happy birthday via Twitter! I find this ridiculously endearing. Also endearing: David Mitchell. 'Slightly upset that @Cheesoid, a robot in a sketch I wrote, isn't even following me. Hate self! Hate self!'

I was initially confused about the purpose of Twitter, but I have now realised that its primary function lies in allowing celebrities to be completely adorable. I'm all for that. And I have absolutely no idea why the Cheesoid sketch amuses me as much as it does.

Speaking of Brooker and Mitchell, as if I haven't been speaking about them constantly for the past month: my fic-in-progress in which Gym Leader Brooker teaches Mitchell to be a Pokémon trainer is at four thousand words and counting.

On the one hand, it feels so good to be writing again. On the other: this is ridiculous. It is an absurd crossover AU for a barely-existent fandom! I still have fifteen thousand words to write for university! But I am having so much fun.


Here are some confusing scribblings I have found in my not-very-academic academic diary recently:

- right-wing children's book: Hitler Has Two Mommies (I think this was probably based on a mishearing.)
- There is a guy at my university who looks like Gang Leader Joe Jonas. (Or perhaps just a gang member? In any case, he's in a gang.)
- Lovesick Student Breaks Into Morgue With Axe (I saw this on a newspaper billboard and noted it down with the intention of finding out the story behind it later. I'm still wondering.)
- The crossroads demon in 'I Know What You Did Last Summer' (the Supernatural episode) is oddly reminiscent of Derren Brown. Note that Sam, of course, would have snogged this demon had he succeeded in making a deal. (Intriguing.)
- you can see the kittens he's eaten swimming in his eyes. (deranged thought about Owen Harper had in the process of w[unclear]king. WAKING, not WANKING.)
- Man-Spider: rather rubbish spider superhero. A SPIDER WITH THE POWERS OF A MAN.

Also, I just came across the line 'Does Jane ogle Rigsby at the end there?' and, as my handwriting is terrible, misread it as 'Does Jane ogle Ruby at the end there?'

Patrick Jane/Ruby of Supernatural? He would infuriate her. She would scare him, although he'd disguise it fairly effectively. I'd read it. (Perhaps Jane is one of the psychic children and deeply in denial about it! Ruby will help you develop your powers, Jane.)

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Behold; Flamethrower-Charizard!







Specifically, it's a Charizard with the ability to throw flame!

[rionaleonhart]

I wish there were a toilet-cleaning product called 'Flamethrower-Charizard'. I think that would be fantastic.

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Standing up, Ash collected his trousers from around his ankles, and congratulated himself of a job well done. Catching a glimpse of the toilet bowl, he grimaced. Misty would have a go at him if he just left it to slowly be eroded by successive flushes, and that would lead to the bicycle argument - again - so shunning the brush, he rummaged around in the cabinet behind the toilet duck and Brock's asphyxiwank belt until he found one of his first pokéballs. With insufficient room to cast the ball, he just waved it around it his head a few times making wind noises with his mouth until he felt it start to open (pokéballs are easily fooled) then hastily dropped it in the bath. With that duhpyuuuu noise that accompanied the 'sending out' of pokémon, Charizard appeared! Even stooping to keep his ancient reptilian head from breaking through the ceiling (because of the asbestos) and without room to unfurl his magnificent wings, he was a beautiful animal, and even filling the bathroom as he did, his movements were nothing but elegant as he gracefully repositioned himself to face the master he so faithfully served.

"Hey Charizard", said Ash, suddenly aware that it had been several years since Charizard had been sent out anywhere other than this room, "I'm afraid I'm still banned from the pokéleague after that pokécommittee declared that it was still pokéracist to use pokéracial slurs even if you're addressing pokémon whom you previously named with said pokéracial slurs. Say, would you mind terribly blasting my shit off the back of the toilet?"

A weird mushroom thing floated out of Charizard's mouth as he sighed. Ash would have consider taking him to the pokécenter to get it checked out, but it's not like Charizard getting cancer even mattered anymore. Floating mushrooms would be cancer, right? I mean what else could it be?

By this point, Charizard had finished fireblasting the toilet. The wallpaper behind was understandably charred, revealing the underlying brickwork, which had also started to bubble a bit, but that was OK because Misty'd paid the deposit. Ash flushed the toilet again to replace the water that had been boiled away. The bowl shattered as the water flowed over it.

"Why did that happen?" pondered Ash aloud. Turing to the forth-wall he pointed to Charizard and said "Flamethrower-Charizard is the product of choice for pokémon trainers who find using a toilet brush undignified!"

Charlie Brooker turned off the TV and turned to the camera himself. "That was a confusing advert" he said.

[rionaleonhart]

I honestly do not know what to say to this.

I'm amused, but I think somewhere my inner child is crying.