how fandom makes my world weird. weirder.

[roxy]

At the end of our street, near what's left of a stream, Canada geese hang out. They walk all over the roads and poop all over the lawn and sidewalks down there, but they're less aggressive than the turkeys, thanks god.

Today, on my way to the doctor's, I glanced over at the gang of geese and there was one goose that stood out like a sore thumb. A beige, thickset goose way bigger than the Canadian geese. Turns out it's a domestic breed, a Buff goose. At the time, I was startled that this goose was hanging out on the edge of the gaggle, sort of staring off into the distance and looking as soulful as a goose could. I worried about that goose. Why was it there? And why was it hanging out with the wild geese? And most importantly, would anyone else immediately start writing J2 as geese in their minds, like I did?

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[smalltrolven.livejournal.com]

I had a hard time getting to the end of this, because I was so worried about you and all the geese. I'm absolutely terrified of them. Every single time I've run across a flock of them, of whatever breed, I always get chased. Aggressively. Even got bitten once. They must be able to smell the fear on me or something.
But yes, fandom does warp the brain, the shipping goggles get harder and harder to remove and look at "real life" unfiltered.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Really!!??

Poultry are EVOL!!! Turkeys, chickens, geese, swans--they're all mad for our blood, the little feathery bastards!

Yes, fandom, I've given up entirely and let it rule my life.

[fanspired]

> they're all mad for our blood, the little feathery bastards!
Well, to be fair, it's not like they don't have motive :P

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Tcah! What are a few nuggets between friends?

Okay, yes, they do have motive. *wolfs down nuggets all guilty-like*

[fanspired]

rofl :)