“No.” He said, fanning himself off.
“Oh…well, alright…” Looking off to the side, she saw the heir fanning himself. “You okay there?”
Finnsblog Post Submission Update
Recently (OK, yesterday), I wrote about an invitation I received via Askbox soliciting me to submit a post to Finnsblog. You remember Finn, The Human—he’s a cartoon 12-year-old boy who somehow managed to procure and maintain a blog on Tumblr.
Anyway, I checked back and it seems that Finn has not published my essay.
Why, you ask?
Well, the only “rule” was that it had to be about his Cartoon Network show, Adventure Time. Now, I did mention “Adventure Time” in my piece, albeit only briefly at the end.
So, if I didn’t break any posting rules, why hasn’t my work been accepted?
I can only come up with one reason:
Blatant anti-semitism on Finn’s part.
Sorry, Finn. Just calling a spade a spade.
Um. That was unfortunate.
Anon Magic, switch bodies with one of your fish for three hours. >:V
Shepard stared at the message, and as she read the words it was as if something, some sort of old, deep magic that held the universe together was compelling her…drawing her up to her cabin and to the tank…
“What?”
Saying the word aloud was enough to snap her out of her trance, and with a furrowed brow she pulled her pistol and put a bullet through the screen of the terminal. Traynor, from somewhere beside her, shrieked and wheeled about, but the only explanation Shepard gave was a shrug.
Eventually the other woman went back to her work, and the commander regarded her broken terminal with distaste. “I ain’t becoming no fuckin’ fish,” she growled under her breath, holstering her gun once more and turning to seek out another terminal to get some actual work done.
