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Mar. 25th, 2005 03:55 pmI was just having a low blood sugar moment, so I had a Snickers. Just like the commercial. I don't even like nougat! I am far too suggestible, and deeply shamed.
On the other hand, I have a renewed appreciation for the cleverness of an ad campaign entirely geared to sticking in your brain until your blood sugar drops too low for you to resist it or have an actual idea of your own. What other ads lie dormant in me at this very moment, waiting for me to be sleep deprived or have a slight fever so their fiendish commercial agenda can be freed? Somebody must have written this SF story already.
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Disturbing misreading of the week: "Czechoslovakian troops were ordered not to exist."
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Dear James McCourt,
No doubt you are very cool, deep, post-modern, symbolic, and witty. However I don't understand a word of the first two chapters of your book Queer Street, except the line about Queer Theory being Queer Temperament grown up and with a certification.
Since it is a novel about being gay in New York and I read a lot of novels and am semi-gay in New York and I still don't get it, I fear for your chances of getting anyone to the end.
Then again, part of the reason I hang out in genre is my archaic preference for more or less straightforward linear stories. Never mind, carry on.
On the other hand, I have a renewed appreciation for the cleverness of an ad campaign entirely geared to sticking in your brain until your blood sugar drops too low for you to resist it or have an actual idea of your own. What other ads lie dormant in me at this very moment, waiting for me to be sleep deprived or have a slight fever so their fiendish commercial agenda can be freed? Somebody must have written this SF story already.
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Disturbing misreading of the week: "Czechoslovakian troops were ordered not to exist."
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Dear James McCourt,
No doubt you are very cool, deep, post-modern, symbolic, and witty. However I don't understand a word of the first two chapters of your book Queer Street, except the line about Queer Theory being Queer Temperament grown up and with a certification.
Since it is a novel about being gay in New York and I read a lot of novels and am semi-gay in New York and I still don't get it, I fear for your chances of getting anyone to the end.
Then again, part of the reason I hang out in genre is my archaic preference for more or less straightforward linear stories. Never mind, carry on.
