*Boggle*

Oh.  My.  God.

I think my brain just exploded.

Jadzia, honey, please, please, please allow me to reverse my opinion on badly written fic.  Because I just attempted to read something that was so extremely very bad that I think I may have suffered brain damage.  Really.

It was like watching a train wreck, really.  All I could do was keep reading, and reading, and it kept getting worse, and worse, until finally, I had to wrench my eyes away from the screen and literally SOB with relief.  What blows my mind, was... someone REQUESTED a link to FIND IT!  OMG, it was like biting on a sore tooth!!!

*tries to take brain out and sanitize it*

*fails*
  
I won't name it, no, no, no, but it makes me think of that Alice in Wonderland quote about believing seven impossible things before breakfast.  Oh, lord, I think I'll have to go RUN about ten miles at the track JUST TO GET THAT DAMN FIC OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!

Self induced coma, anyone?

The Right Answer

So, I'm having one of those frustrating moments where I'm trying to do about six things at once.  I am also microwaving chicken nuggets for the Impossible Son's snack.  He's sitting on a stool at the counter, watching the plate turn in the microwave, and Six Year Old Curiosity raises it's bumpy little head.  

"Mom?  Where does the air in the microwave come from?"

Me, frowning furiously at the cracks in the ice tray, and trying to keep the cat out of the sink.  "There's a vent on the back, and a fan inside, and it pulls the air in from the outside."

"No, Mom, where does the air inside the microwave come from?"

Me, done with the ice tray, and now trying to figure out why the cabinet doesn't want to close.  "I told you, there's a fan that pulls air from the outside and into the microwave, circulates it, and then blows it out again."

"No, Mom, where does the air inside the microwave come from??"

The cat is making a determined foray for the sink, I don't know why, I just don't want to fish her out of soapy water, nor do I want to get wet, and I definitely don't want her eating my sprouting plants on the sill.  I'm holding her off, while trying to keep several items from falling off the counter, that she's knocked over, and trying to figure out what the hell the Impossible Son is trying to ask me.  Finally, out of exasperation, I say, "It comes from the magical realm of Microvia, where the duendes of the air cause swirls of air to magically appear inside the microwave, thereby to blow the delicious scent of chicken nuggets all over their kingdom."

Mr. Manzie frowns at me for a moment, then brightens and says, "OH!  Why didn't you just say so instead of all that other silly stuff?"

Why, indeed?

*thunk*