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KNOCKING ON HEAVEN'S DOOR

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July 2005 Cow Poo: Because Genevieve Thinks That's Funny.

 

June 2005 The Power of Cruise Compels You!

 

May 2005  When Authors Attack: from the desk of Faeluver

 

April 2005  Love Hurts: Examining the Sequel

 

March 2005: I Can Be Clever. Camus?: How to Be an Intellectual

 

February 2005: Prince of Thighs: Forgotten Realms and a Little Skin

 

January 2005:

 Neil and Worship: Letters to Gaiman

 

December 2004

And Lo, She Heav'd: The Seedy Underbelly of Classic Literature

 

November 2004

Pants, Pants, Magic Pants!: Labyrinth Fan Fiction and Your Puberty

Celebrity Rebuttal: Faeluver

 

 

 October 2004

Where the Sun Don't Shine: A Vampire Study

Celebrity Rebuttal: Anne Rice

 

September 2004 A Knocking on Heaven's Door

 

August 2004 A New Dawn 

Celebrity Rebuttal: That Guy's Mom

 

July 2004 Radiodead: A Very Special Correspondence

Celebrity Rebuttal: Thom

 

June 2004 Lizsting to the Left: The Best Concert Ever

 

May 2004  Circular Logic: The Threat Revolving Doors Pose to All of Us

Celebrity Rebuttal: Theopilus van Kannel, Inventor of the Revolving Door

 

April 2004   A Comparative Study of the Oeuvres of George Eliot and Edith Wharton, or: Every Good Book Deserves Favour (Eliot, ibid.), With Remarks by Bear

Celebrity Rebuttal: Hellboy

 

March 2004   Lord of the Bling: How Hip-Hop is Changing Fashion One Velour Ass at a Time

Celebrity Rebuttal: P. Diddy's Jewelry Bitch

 

February 2004  Velveeta Wrestling: Why Gay Marriage Should Be Legal 

Celebrity Rebuttal: GOD

 

January 2004   The Magic Flute: Why V.C. Andrews is Rolling in Her Grave

Celebrity Rebuttal: V.C. Andrews, Deceased

 

December 2003  Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover: Why Men Cheat, Exposed!!

Celebrity Rebuttal: Eileen's Ex-Boyfriend

 

November 2003   'Wuthering Ho'": A review of MTV's Wuthering Heights

Celebrity Rebuttal: Hugh Hefner

 

There is nothing wrong with staying home on a Friday night.

Nothing.

Or else, I thought there was nothing wrong with staying home on a Friday night.

But MASSPIRG thinks otherwise.

MASSPIRG, for those of you who are reading this article (all three of you!), is a public (cliquish) interest (force feeding) research (militant) group (group). Basically they love trees, hate tobacco, and want to harass me at 9:30 on a Friday night.

I felt more defiled then a 14 year old suffering from the after effects of having sex with his schoolteacher. Wait wait, Andrew just told me that’s incorrect. He says every fourteen year old boy wants to nail his schoolteacher. And also that Debra Beasley Lafave is totally hot and if he was fourteen he’d bend her…

Andrew that’s disgusting! Shoo.

God I can’t type an article in this office in peace can I? Okay where was I?

I was so angry at MASSPIRG’s soiling of my pride, that I decided, like an elderly couple, to force feed you a massive array of invisible pictures that tell this horror story. Because words cannot express my anguish. Therefore I will use the art of  “photo”. With words.  

 

PLEASE NOTE: For those with modems (like Genevieve, who is sitting weeping in the corner), Genevieve has installed captions that painstakingly describe the mood of each photo. Scroll over them to get the flavor of the discussion, and to find out what Eileen thinks about hippies.

 

*****

 

Eileen drinks deeply from the fount of Friendly's. Mistress of the Night, your wooden spoon compels me!

There I was, relaxed and serene, a night made for love and excitement, but more importantly, 

a huge ass carton of Friendly’s ice cream with my name on it.

Nothing could be more wonderful.

 

Eileen watches raptly as a 16 year odl is molested by an ageless being of the Labyrinth. Sex ed class is the best ever!

Until a knock on my door bade me step away from an enlightening bit of television.

 

 

If only I had known that a hellhound waited to grasp me (and my wallet) in his sharp naily clutches

(Genevieve's Note: Please note that his world is sunny and stupid. Because we are ARTISTS.)

 

I'm a hippie! An anonymous hippie in a flannel shirt. A communal flannel shirt."

 

“Hi there. My name’s Matt and I’m from MASSPIRG, an organization dedicated to a cleaner energy future.  We at MASSPIRG believe in the awareness of society. Which means smoking is bad. Because small Inuit children are forced from their frozen igloos into a life of slaving away in the North Carolina tobacco farms. We at MASSPIRG have no real proof of this, except that one episode we all saw of Walker, Texas Ranger. However we’re not just believers in the environment, but that Chuck Norris is an actor not just a martial arts star with a tight Levis ass. “

 

 

"You're shitting me, yes?" Eileen watches from the doorway.   

 

 

"Please note the presence of my political activist-themes Trapper Keeper!"

 

“MASSPIRG isn’t just about the environment, we’re about community. Therefore the subway system has to be revamped. Sure those little golden tokens are cool, but prices are too high and my friend Jane almost choked on a token one time when we were playing hackie sack out in Boston Common. It was wicked scary.”

 

Eileen is lulled into a gentle slumber.

SNOOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE

 

It's daylight behind me because I'm powered entirely by solar panels!"

Which makes MASSPIRG even more important because we’re about change—not the token kind but the ‘bring about a difference’ kind. Did you know that Automakers have the technology to make cars that use less gasoline and emit far less pollution? But they don’t use it! Dude what’s with that? The government should promote clean cars (vote for Kerry)”

 

This wooden spoon means business!

“What did you just say?”

 

Hippies are easily frightened.

 

"Uh…nothing…"

 

“The point of the matter is that people need to take a stand. We need to finalize the smog and soot pollution issue, preserve public land, reduce toxins, campaign for hazardous waste cleanup, save the endangered Wapiti, an elk the government only wants you to think is extinct, because—“

 

 Eileen strikes a sassy pose. Sassy like her pyjamas!

“How much do you want?”

 

Hippies are broke.

“I want you to become a member for 20 bucks a month.”

 

"Bitch ass punk hippies." 

“No.”

 Hippies smell funny.

“Okay, one donation of 25 dollars.”

 

"Hippies and their bitch asses!"

“No.”

 

 What is that, anyway, a My Little Pony coloring book?

“Well, have you thought about the issues of our environment?”

 

"My ice cream is MELTING!" 

“It’s 9:30 on a Friday night. No I have not thought about the issues.”

 

It IS a My Little Pony coloring book.

“Doesn’t look like you have anything better to do.”

 

Eileen is shamed by her shabby nightwear.

TEAR

 

"My ice cream is an accessory!" 

“Actually I was about to go out.” (you ass monkey)

 

Hippies are skeptical!

“Oh yeah?” (commie bitch)

 

 

"Don't mess with an Irish woman and a wooden spoon!" 

“Yeah.” (you couldn’t get laid even if you paid a prostitute)

 

Hippies are easily frightened.

“Going to go party?”

 

"Ima cutchoo."

“Yeah.” (uh…you Birkenstock wearing stupid face!)

 

And it's still daylight.

 “Well these issues are much more important then partying.”

 

Eileen stands like this a lot.

“Oh, I think partying is a very important issue. I take it incredibly  seriously.”

 

"I finally moved!"

“Well here, take a pamphlet.”

 

 

"It looks like MASS PRIG." 

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to read it at the bar.”

 

Plus, I haven't moved!

“Have a good night!” (fuck you)

 

IMA CUTCHOO.

“You too!” (fuck you)

 

 

Can you believe that? Wapiti elk my ass!

Now where’d I put that ice cream…

 


(c) Defenestration Magazine, 2005