Siamang (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} siamang) wrote,@ 2003-08-07 07:59:00 |
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As I've said before, online journals are bastard stepchildren. There's no genre to define them, no rules to abide by, no beginning or ending. They can be a collection of events, random feelings jotted down, a laundry list of tasks performed, or whatever else strikes the author's fancy. They can be fact or fiction and are almost always an extremely subjective hybrid of the two . All anyone can really be sure of is that the entries are an individual perspective on things that may or may not exist.
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I found one of my rabbits dead and I buried her in a friend's backyard. I wrote a story about cooking and eating her in a ritual of honor, because I wish I was able to do that without endangering my health by consuming unknown quality meat. Accompanying the story were pictures of both rabbits, and a plate of rabbit that I bought from the Amish market in the city. I wanted people to understand that this form of dealing with a deceased pet wouldn't be a reprehensible act. I'm glad that some people have accepted it.
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I wanted to see how many reactionary idiots I could piss off, so I made up a story about eating one of my pets. I bought a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store, stuck it on a plate, and hilarity ensued. Grendel and Sunday are both still alive and well, and I had a good laugh at the morons who came out of the woodwork to get indignant. I wouldn't actually eat a pet, that's pretty fucking sick. Still, I've gotten enough laughs to last me weeks.
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I wanted to force people to take a look at personal morality and how it relates to societal norms, so I selected the most appropriate topic and submitted it to a public forum after seeding my Livejournal with a few fake posts to bolster credibility. Given the viral quality of emotionally reactive information, I knew that the bunny-eating entry would spread quickly and increase in diversity of response with time. The replies have started to repeat in theme, but the comments gathered up to the point of repetition are a good read.
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I decided that two rabbits was too much trouble, so I twisted Grendel until her spine crackled and she stopped breathing or twitching. Sitting at my computer with the corpse on my lap, I spent hours reading through the stories of grieving pet owners in an effort to fathom the appropriate response. Useful information was scarce, so I sat and stared at Grendel for a few hours, threw her in the trash, and made my own grieving owner story in an effort to draw out emotional responses. It's been useful.
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Grendel died from gastrointestinal stasis as a result of stress from being caged with an unneutered bunny of the opposite sex. I couldn't tell that she had stopped going to the bathroom since they both shared litter boxes. When I gutted her, the intestines were grotesquely swollen with droppings, so I was sure of the cause of death and knew that it would be safe to eat her. I'd rather have dinner than waste, and figured it wasn't much different than cleaning nutria.
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My rabbit died recently, and I figured it would be a good opportunity to generate some hits with a good button-pushing entry posted in the right spots. With luck, I'll get over 1000 comments. I wrapped Grendel in a plastic bag, said goodbye, put her in the dumpster, and snagged a free kitten as a replacement pet. Zion doesn't chew stuff and is a lot cheaper to maintain.
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I found Grendel dead in the cage one morning. I skinned and gutted her with some difficulty, trying not to cry the entire time. Of course it was horrific and of course I felt bad tearing apart my pet and cooking her, but it also seemed like the only way to show her how much I loved her in life. I honestly hadn't intended on starting some gigantic out-of-control thread, but simply wanted to demonstrate how I felt.
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The idea presented in the post is real. The entry obviously exists. Your emotional reaction, varied it may be, is something you can definitely sense. My motivations were whatever you think they were.
I wrote it because I wanted to push people out of their comfort zone. I wrote it because I wanted to share an alternative method I used for dealing with the loss of a loved pet. I wrote it because I wanted to piss people off. I wrote it because I was bored and wanted something to read. I wrote it because I was desperate for attention. I wrote it to foster a discussion on the nature of morality. I wrote it because I was wondering how many responses I would get. I wrote it to get some laughs.
Pick one. Pick any. Pick none. It's all equally valid.
As I've said before, online journals are bastard stepchildren. There's no genre to define them, no rules to abide by, no beginning or ending. They can be a collection of events, random feelings jotted down, a laundry list of tasks performed, or whatever else strikes the author's fancy. They can be fact or fiction and are almost always an extremely subjective hybrid of the two . All anyone can really be sure of is that the entries are an individual perspective on things that may or may not exist.
--------
I found one of my rabbits dead and I buried her in a friend's backyard. I wrote a story about cooking and eating her in a ritual of honor, because I wish I was able to do that without endangering my health by consuming unknown quality meat. Accompanying the story were pictures of both rabbits, and a plate of rabbit that I bought from the Amish market in the city. I wanted people to understand that this form of dealing with a deceased pet wouldn't be a reprehensible act. I'm glad that some people have accepted it.
--------
I wanted to see how many reactionary idiots I could piss off, so I made up a story about eating one of my pets. I bought a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store, stuck it on a plate, and hilarity ensued. Grendel and Sunday are both still alive and well, and I had a good laugh at the morons who came out of the woodwork to get indignant. I wouldn't actually eat a pet, that's pretty fucking sick. Still, I've gotten enough laughs to last me weeks.
--------
I wanted to force people to take a look at personal morality and how it relates to societal norms, so I selected the most appropriate topic and submitted it to a public forum after seeding my Livejournal with a few fake posts to bolster credibility. Given the viral quality of emotionally reactive information, I knew that the bunny-eating entry would spread quickly and increase in diversity of response with time. The replies have started to repeat in theme, but the comments gathered up to the point of repetition are a good read.
--------
I decided that two rabbits was too much trouble, so I twisted Grendel until her spine crackled and she stopped breathing or twitching. Sitting at my computer with the corpse on my lap, I spent hours reading through the stories of grieving pet owners in an effort to fathom the appropriate response. Useful information was scarce, so I sat and stared at Grendel for a few hours, threw her in the trash, and made my own grieving owner story in an effort to draw out emotional responses. It's been useful.
--------
Grendel died from gastrointestinal stasis as a result of stress from being caged with an unneutered bunny of the opposite sex. I couldn't tell that she had stopped going to the bathroom since they both shared litter boxes. When I gutted her, the intestines were grotesquely swollen with droppings, so I was sure of the cause of death and knew that it would be safe to eat her. I'd rather have dinner than waste, and figured it wasn't much different than cleaning nutria.
--------
My rabbit died recently, and I figured it would be a good opportunity to generate some hits with a good button-pushing entry posted in the right spots. With luck, I'll get over 1000 comments. I wrapped Grendel in a plastic bag, said goodbye, put her in the dumpster, and snagged a free kitten as a replacement pet. Zion doesn't chew stuff and is a lot cheaper to maintain.
--------
I found Grendel dead in the cage one morning. I skinned and gutted her with some difficulty, trying not to cry the entire time. Of course it was horrific and of course I felt bad tearing apart my pet and cooking her, but it also seemed like the only way to show her how much I loved her in life. I honestly hadn't intended on starting some gigantic out-of-control thread, but simply wanted to demonstrate how I felt.
--------
The idea presented in the post is real. The entry obviously exists. Your emotional reaction, varied it may be, is something you can definitely sense. My motivations were whatever you think they were.
I wrote it because I wanted to push people out of their comfort zone. I wrote it because I wanted to share an alternative method I used for dealing with the loss of a loved pet. I wrote it because I wanted to piss people off. I wrote it because I was bored and wanted something to read. I wrote it because I was desperate for attention. I wrote it to foster a discussion on the nature of morality. I wrote it because I was wondering how many responses I would get. I wrote it to get some laughs.
Pick one. Pick any. Pick none. It's all equally valid.
