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A lulzcow is someone considered excellent entertainment by the nameless hordes of the internet.

The best thing when being attacked like this is to hide and cut your losses. Doing anything otherwise might lead to this happening:

http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Poeticirony(NSFW just for the pictures)

http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Goddessmine (also NSFW)

Learn from their failings. Because if you don't, this little internet feud might become lulzy enough to spillover into real life. Look up the Subeta raids, and what happens when people take trolls like goatse boy and sovietbarney too seriously. They get trolled harder, and worse.

Don't be another entry on ED, let the wave wash over you and stand up when it passes. See ya,

Fichunter

The Piper feels the briefest impulse to reach for her purse, then realizes she doesn't have a purse. "It's something by Blaise, isn't it?"

[OOC: Am I recognizing it right? When I think of "Marquis" and "music" together, this is what comes to mind.]

The Marquis smiles, cat-like, and takes a penny-whistle from inside his coat. He plays a few notes, before making it disappear again.

"Do you know that one?"

That said, I hold no grudge - against either you or Fichunter.

It's a fantastic book. And a good TV series, too.

Fandom Wank page on Lee Goldberg.

The Piper grabbed another piece of chocolate. "I can't hit any note higher than an E, but I can play the lower songs fairly well."

[OOC: I love Neverwhere!]

I recognize the title, but my experience with Gaiman has been mixed. As in, I quite enjoyed Good Omens and Stardust, but I put down American Gods barely a dozen pages in. Based on that, do you think I'd enjoy Neverwhere?

From what canon hails The Marquis? He seems like such a fascinating character.

The Marquis smiles at the girl, and gestures to the spread.

"There's plenty to go around, I'm sure."

Leaning over her to take some chocolate for himself, he notices the case attached to her scarf/belt.

"A musician, are you?"

Actually, talking walls sounds good. We could go even further and this room could also be a place where sentient furniture resides. I will have to work on it. Thanks!

Boston sounds like a good idea but that is a seven and a half hour drive for me. Maybe somewhere a little more south. Pennsylvania maybe.

Sheryl snapped, "that my singing is so good that even giant alien space bugs appreciate it. I protected my adopted home from enemies with my songs, at the risk of my own life. What has 'nuclear fuzz-grunge', whatever that is, ever done for humanity?" Sheryl's hair was practically standing on end, her eyes somehow flashing angrily in the dim lighting. Hiro's comment hadn't quite been quiet enough for the pro singer to miss.

"I'm sure it will be just lovely..." Hiro mutters sarcastically (and very quietly). Vocals, especially female vocals, are not what he considers "music". He'd much rather be listening to the distortion and feedback of nuclear fuzz-grunge.

jIyajbe'.

Oú, en français, je ne comprends pas.

Just fashionably not early.

A girl in a vaguely renaissance-looking green shirt and black leggings walks into the room, fiddling with her belt, which was actually a scarf and ought to be on her head and not her waist. Hanging from the scarf/belt is a case containing a tin whistle. She is absolutely not wearing the same thing she wears to renaissance faires every year, definitely not.

She makes a beeline for the food and descends upon any chocolate she can find, cringing away from any bubble gum or fruity candy.

Are you a troll, spambot, or just strange?

I throw my double-bladed spork at you.

(It's called a spork, but it actually has a fork/knife combo on one end and a spoon on the other.)

The fact that I'm on your side doesn't mean I won't remind you that Da Rules go both ways. He's been roundly censured. Let it go before it escalates into something really nasty.

~Neshomeh

Ironically, I used the Braveheart soundtrack as inspiration for doing Jenni's lines. Maybe I'll just have to watch the movie for this one. *g* You have my e-mail, right?

~Neshomeh