You know, I was sitting here in front of my computer pondering whether I should blog something, and you know what? If I can summarize every fanfic ever written, and I can do the same to smut, I can by god write Generic Mooncalf Noises Entries, too! How meta can she go, ladies and gents?!
Today, the first kind: The Blogrant!
Some sort of statement about trying to calm down. Qualifying statement, qualifying statement, qualifying statement. Slight levity to lighten the mood. Groaningly bad pun. Statement, statement, statement, some sort of conclusion or the conclusion that no conclusion is possible.
Short and punchy closing line, sometimes in the form of a question.
Only possible answer to above line.
Replies: add your comment: currently 8 comments
Gee, I give you more credit than THAT, dearest Moon....
We all love your blog anyway, no matter the form or format! ^_^
Posted by Wolf @ 05/17/2002 11:12 AM EST
You can never get enough fucking curse words in italics, don't you think?
Posted by Some innocent bystander @ 05/17/2002 11:52 AM EST
Agreement.
Pointless personal anecdote.
Admission that previous was pointless.
Posted by Ed @ 05/17/2002 12:41 PM EST
Declaration of love, with or without reference to primate.
TITLE OF THE SONG!
Posted by Ashlea @ 05/17/2002 05:23 PM EST
Totally odd action/statement that has nothing to do with the post. Spineless commentary of Mooncalf's genius. Various anime-ish emoticons.
Posted by Safaia @ 05/17/2002 11:49 PM EST
NAIVE EXPRESSION OF LOVE!
Posted by D @ 05/18/2002 05:26 AM EST
Aww. You DO actually read the ShaxJournal ^^.
Posted by Name of 1 to 4 characters, usually S, H, A, and Z. @ 05/20/2002 01:36 AM EST
You know what's oddly fascinating about this?
People can see the "pattern" as fitting and funny, and love not only the joke, but still love the original material as well, realizing the pattern. It still doesn't come across as formulaic, even when the "formula" is *right there*.
And I need to really, really stop overanalyzing humor...augh.
Posted by StB @ 05/20/2002 02:39 AM EST