http://www.hackerfactor.com/GenderGuesser.html#Analyze
Me INFORMAL: MALE FORMAL: MALE
wao penis
― Mackro Mackro, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:06 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 327 Male = 724 Difference = 397; 68.88% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 410 Male = 418 Difference = 8; 50.48% Verdict: Weak MALE
Weak emphasis could indicate European.
HAHAHA! RONG!
― Jaq, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:12 (seventeen years ago)
Also, lol: In particular, men should not be offended if it says you write like a girl.
― Jaq, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:14 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 4636 Male = 6631 Difference = 1995; 58.85% Verdict: Weak MALE
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:20 (seventeen years ago)
Verdict: Weak MALE
― milo z, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:20 (seventeen years ago)
that was for FORMAL
but for the other: Genre: Informal Female = 368 Male = 711 Difference = 343; 65.89% Verdict: MALE
― milo z, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:21 (seventeen years ago)
lawl analysis of poem:
Genre: Informal Female = 250 Male = 231 Difference = -19; 48.02% Verdict: Weak FEMALE
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:22 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 4405 Male = 6557 Difference = 2152; 59.81% Verdict: Weak MALE
― dell, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:23 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 907 Male = 2653 Difference = 1746; 74.52% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 1236 Male = 1840 Difference = 604; 59.81% Verdict: Weak MALE
― The Reverend, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:29 (seventeen years ago)
automeme?
― Mackro Mackro, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:31 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Formal Verdict: MALE
Genre: Informal Verdict: Weak FEMALE
― Simon H., Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:32 (seventeen years ago)
In particular, men should not be offended if it says you write like a weak European.
― Hurting 2, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:33 (seventeen years ago)
xxp yes please
― The Reverend, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:33 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 381 Male = 491 Difference = 110; 56.3% Verdict: Weak MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 300 Male = 465 Difference = 165; 60.78% Verdict: MALE
I have no idea what any of this means.
― The Brainwasher, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:46 (seventeen years ago)
Sample of my semiology paper:
Genre: Formal Female = 317 Male = 472 Difference = 155; 59.82% Verdict: Weak MALE
An excerpt of my pitch structures paper:
Genre: Formal Female = 401 Male = 850 Difference = 449; 67.94% Verdict: MALE
First 2 pages of Manifesto of the Communist Party:
Genre: Formal Female = 230 Male = 868 Difference = 638; 79.05% Verdict: MALE
The "About Us" page of the all-female Madawaska String Quartet's website:
Genre: Informal Female = 634 Male = 1458 Difference = 824; 69.69% Verdict: MALE
First 331 words of an essay by feminist musicologist Susan McClary:
Genre: Formal Female = 219 Male = 319 Difference = 100; 59.29% Verdict: Weak MALE
― Sundar, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:55 (seventeen years ago)
In conclusion, only men write about music.
― Sundar, Saturday, 8 March 2008 04:56 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 197 Male = 1069 Difference = 872; 84.43% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 264 Male = 780 Difference = 516; 74.71% Verdict: MALE
It's got me pegged.
― Millsner, Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:12 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 423 Male = 450 Difference = 27; 51.54% Verdict: Weak MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 243 Male = 279 Difference = 36; 53.44% Verdict: Weak MALE
― latebloomer, Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:13 (seventeen years ago)
(Results based on an English literature paper I wrote last semester.)
― Millsner, Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:13 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 936 Male = 534 Difference = -402; 36.32% Verdict: FEMALE
Genre: Formal Female = 50 Male = 326 Difference = 276; 86.7% Verdict: MALE
― El Tomboto, Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:15 (seventeen years ago)
(TO MOLLIFY LINGJACKSON OVERDRIVEBERT WHO IS THE SQUEAKY BO, POST ON THIS THREAD AND ONE OF YOUR FRIENDLY ITR MODS WILL TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE WICKED AWESOME, AND POSSIBLY OFFER AN EFFUSIVE STATEMENT OF WHY NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, NOBODY GETS TO TASTE THE BIRTHDAY SPACKLE, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, BUMP DAMMIT BUMP)
ok a hundred percent?
Genre: Informal Female = 0 Male = 157 Difference = 157; 100% Verdict: MALE
― jergïns, Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:21 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Formal Female = 271 Male = 186 Difference = -85; 40.7% Verdict: Weak FEMALE
lol u a flimsy bitch
― El Tomboto, Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:27 (seventeen years ago)
jergins what 157 words did you put in the informal one?
― Simon H., Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:31 (seventeen years ago)
Jergins is a Testosterlode! Well, informally.
― Mackro Mackro, Saturday, 8 March 2008 05:55 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 1333 Male = 1032 Difference = -301; 43.63% Verdict: Weak FEMALE
WRONG! But I like the idea that being slightly female indicates I might be European.
― moley, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:02 (seventeen years ago)
this thing sucks
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:42 (seventeen years ago)
it is very very bad at what it's supposed to do. very very bad.
― Jaq, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:44 (seventeen years ago)
strgn post:
Genre: Informal Female = 0 Male = 44 Difference = 44; 100% Verdict: MALE
― Jaq, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:45 (seventeen years ago)
jaq post: Genre: Informal Female = 0 Male = 19 Difference = 19; 100% Verdict: MALE
see - bad
― Jaq, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:46 (seventeen years ago)
i was hoping for the opposite. :(
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:49 (seventeen years ago)
see, it counted your 3 words ("this thing sucks") as 44, even. you are OTM.
― Jaq, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:53 (seventeen years ago)
that's 14.66666666667 words per word
MALE (Weakness)
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:56 (seventeen years ago)
dude. that is a lot of words/word. really. those are heavy duty words.
― Jaq, Saturday, 8 March 2008 06:58 (seventeen years ago)
a heavy duty sense of humor
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 07:01 (seventeen years ago)
using the word "PENIS" 300 times....
Genre: Informal Female = 0 Male = 0 Difference = 0; 0% Verdict: unknown
Genre: Formal Female = 0 Male = 0 Difference = 0; 0% Verdict: unknown
...
using the word "VAGINA" 300 times....
― Mackro Mackro, Saturday, 8 March 2008 07:48 (seventeen years ago)
Conclusion: only asexuals use the words penis and vagina
― Mackro Mackro, Saturday, 8 March 2008 07:49 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Formal Female = 2582 Male = 4201 Difference = 1619; 61.93% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Informal Female = 1943 Male = 6830 Difference = 4887; 77.85% Verdict: MALE
I am a girl.
― Zoe Espera, Saturday, 8 March 2008 08:31 (seventeen years ago)
But that was an undergrad essay.
This one is a letter to a friend:
Genre: Informal Female = 3528 Male = 3448 Difference = -80; 49.42% Verdict: Weak FEMALE
Genre: Formal Female = 3525 Male = 2196 Difference = -1329; 38.38% Verdict: FEMALE
So it seems to be just saying that academic/formal writing is male and informal writing is female? I don't get it. Never mind. I am still a girl.
― Zoe Espera, Saturday, 8 March 2008 08:36 (seventeen years ago)
i think this thing is like maybe you haven't submitted a hallmark card, you're a male?
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 09:02 (seventeen years ago)
and i know hallmark cards
and i do
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 09:03 (seventeen years ago)
Dig if u will the picture Of u and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can u my darling Can u picture this?
Dream if u can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and u
How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry
Touch if u will my stomach Feel how it trembles inside You've got the butterflies all tied up Don't make me chase u Even doves have pride
How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry
How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father) Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold) Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother) She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why) This is what it sounds like
When doves cry When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry) When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
Don't Cry (Don't Cry)
When doves cry When doves cry When doves cry
When Doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry, doves cry Don't cry Darling don't cry Don't cry Don't cry Don't don't cry
Genre: Informal Female = 857 Male = 443 Difference = -414; 34.07% Verdict: FEMALE
Genre: Formal Female = 411 Male = 242 Difference = -169; 37.05% Verdict: FEMALE
― ledge, Saturday, 8 March 2008 09:06 (seventeen years ago)
this thing sucks.
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 09:10 (seventeen years ago)
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused
I wanna use you and abuse you I wanna know what's inside you (Whispering) Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Movin' on!
I'm gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside Gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside you
Genre: Informal Female = 126 Male = 1008 Difference = 882; 88.88% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 177 Male = 318 Difference = 141; 64.24% Verdict: MALE
― ledge, Saturday, 8 March 2008 09:14 (seventeen years ago)
i knew we were meant to be
― strgn, Saturday, 8 March 2008 09:18 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Formal Female = 303 Male = 783 Difference = 480; 72.09% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Informal Female = 418 Male = 814 Difference = 396; 66.07% Verdict: MALE
uh oh
― Rubyredd, Saturday, 8 March 2008 10:46 (seventeen years ago)
You're supposed to only look at the rating that relates to the formal/informal nature of your sample, yes?
When I pasted in a long email sent to a friend, I got
Genre: Informal Female = 5099 Male = 4376 Difference = -723; 46.18% Verdict: Weak FEMALE
With a newspaper article I wrote, I got
Genre: Formal Female = 787 Male = 1737 Difference = 950; 68.81% Verdict: MALE
I'm not sure what accounts for that marked difference. I only ever seem to write long emails to women, is maybe part of it.
― Alba, Saturday, 8 March 2008 12:23 (seventeen years ago)
Hmm... I just pasted a long, more serious, letter I once wrote another female friend and got:
Genre: Informal Female = 5666 Male = 5956 Difference = 290; 51.24% Verdict: Weak MALE
instead.
― Alba, Saturday, 8 March 2008 12:26 (seventeen years ago)
I put in a couple of emails I wrote, and got this:
Genre: Informal Female = 730 Male = 467 Difference = -263; 39.01% Verdict: FEMALE
Genre: Informal Female = 1079 Male = 464 Difference = -615; 30.07% Verdict: FEMALE
Like Alba's, these were written for girls, but then again, I don't have many male friends, especially non-Finnish speaking ones.
― Tuomas, Saturday, 8 March 2008 12:29 (seventeen years ago)
Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here. Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.Yo dude WASSSSUUUPPP I'm drinking beer and looking for pussy. Fuck yo you asshole. Damn funny yeah. Where's the party at? Dig sports and football too. Weak emphasis could indicate European. Just scratching my balls here.
Genre: Informal Female = 342 Male = 153 Difference = -189; 30.9% Verdict: FEMALE
I am seemingly incapable of juking this
― Alba, Saturday, 8 March 2008 12:38 (seventeen years ago)
Email I wrote to a boy (the one I wrote to a girl came up as female):
Genre: Informal Female = 3096 Male = 3416 Difference = 320; 52.45% Verdict: Weak MALE
― Zoe Espera, Saturday, 8 March 2008 13:41 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 449 Male = 1221 Difference = 772; 73.11% Verdict: MALE
― jhøshea, Saturday, 8 March 2008 13:51 (seventeen years ago)
lol i love this: Weak emphasis could indicate European.
― jhøshea, Saturday, 8 March 2008 13:52 (seventeen years ago)
hahaha i posted work stuff written in a very weird format:
She was awarded full marks under ‘Compassion’. She also provided a summary of a 360° multisource feedback assessment (pp. 327–8) conducted in September 2006 by 12 respondents: two SpRs, two SHOs, three paediatric ward nurses, and one clinical observer, medical student, SCBu nurse, and secretary. Under this category she scored an average mark of 6.4 out of 8 for ‘Communication with Patients’, 7.4 for ‘Responsiveness to Patients’, and 7.25 for ‘Compassion’.
test basically said i was straight flagrino.
― That one guy that hit it and quit it, Saturday, 8 March 2008 13:54 (seventeen years ago)
I had the "male" and the "weak male" (European....i.e. "educated").
This type of "test" is a good ten or fifteen years old.
― cecelia, Saturday, 8 March 2008 15:08 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 204 Male = 1085 Difference = 881; 84.17% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 514 Male = 521 Difference = 7; 50.33% Verdict: Weak MALE
― emil.y, Saturday, 8 March 2008 22:09 (seventeen years ago)
Total words: 1486
Genre: Informal Female = 2081 Male = 3389 Difference = 1308; 61.95% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 1706 Male = 2410 Difference = 704; 58.55% Verdict: Weak MALE
--
I am much less of an informal man than emil.y
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 8 March 2008 22:18 (seventeen years ago)
I'm sooooo male it rules! blug. burp. fart.
― csa, Saturday, 8 March 2008 22:28 (seventeen years ago)
'a very short story' by ernest hemingway :
Genre: Informal Female = 1249 Male = 1139 Difference = -110; 47.69% Verdict: Weak FEMALE
― deej, Saturday, 8 March 2008 22:31 (seventeen years ago)
So much makes sense now. ('Ernest Hemingway' was a hired actor named Biff Zristow and the author of the stories was Marguerite Duras.)
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 8 March 2008 22:36 (seventeen years ago)
I submitted a blog I wrote about how Glamour magazine is painful for me to read as a thinking woman:
Genre: Informal Female = 809 Male = 1287 Difference = 478; 61.4% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 691 Male = 1058 Difference = 367; 60.49% Verdict: MALE
Maybe it's because I'm really a dude?
― miryam, Saturday, 8 March 2008 22:38 (seventeen years ago)
Oh my god:
Genre: Informal Female = 1233 Male = 400 Difference = -833; 24.49% Verdict: FEMALE
Genre: Formal Female = 224 Male = 577 Difference = 353; 72.03% Verdict: MALE
I ALWAYS KNEW
― Abbott, Saturday, 8 March 2008 22:53 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 185 Male = 722 Difference = 537; 79.6% Verdict: MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 151 Male = 408 Difference = 257; 72.98% Verdict: MALE
― M.V., Sunday, 9 March 2008 03:42 (seventeen years ago)
Genre: Informal Female = 998 Male = 1477 Difference = 479; 59.67% Verdict: Weak MALE
Genre: Formal Female = 598 Male = 732 Difference = 134; 55.03% Verdict: Weak MALE
Weak emphasis could indicate European
― jel --, Sunday, 9 March 2008 10:17 (seventeen years ago)
So basically, it's saying I'm a poncy European.
― jel --, Sunday, 9 March 2008 10:18 (seventeen years ago)
when i put shorter things in there, i'm female... longer texts i'm male. a hem, a hem, aherms.
― msp, Sunday, 9 March 2008 13:14 (seventeen years ago)
iow, male = windbag?
― msp, Sunday, 9 March 2008 13:15 (seventeen years ago)
Judd and Molly
By Dom Passantino
Judd put the gun down. It was an impressive gun, more than enough to fulfil any Leone or Peckinpah fantasy Judd entertained. But, unfortunately, it didn’t work for the Mills and Boon lifestyle that Judd wanted. 18 months he’d spent stalking Molly, and she didn’t even think to give him a second look? Did she know what he’d been through to try and get through to her? Did she understand what he felt? Did she realise how difficult it was to find her address so he could send flowers to her? Especially after she went ex-directory, commenting wryly to Judd “You go anywhere near my house, and my boyfriend will cut your cock off, you bloody f---ed-up freak”. She had a definite way with words, did Molly. Very much cut in the Ian McEwan mould. If Ian McEwan were an 18 year old girl with constant cold sores and a Hello Kitty lunchbox. But, still, despite all of the problems, Judd still loved Molly. It was all he could do, really, love her, never leave her.
Judd knew about the thunderbolt, that one moment in your life when you realise that you’ve just seen the person you wish to spend your entire life with. Judd knew all about it. However, he didn’t expect the thunderbolt to descend from the sky one rainy Monday morning, in an English literature lesson, whilst the well meaning, but hopelessly Radio 4, teacher wittered on about William Blake. Molly… Molly was… Judd didn’t know what she was. He’d spent 1the past 18 months of his life focusing on that girl non-stop, fantasising about every possible scenario involving her, allowing her to eat into every single moment of his life. She was his A.I.D.S.… and yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was he found so attractive, so attractive, so important about her. She wasn’t beautiful, by any stretch of the imagination. Crueller tongues in the school compared her to Patty and/or Selma. Her hair was pulled back with a bulldog clip, giving her bun the same tension as Joan Rivers’ skin. Her clothing resembled a ram-raiding attack on River Island, random bits of fashion that was already 3 days out of date. She wore see-through mules, revealing her anaemic-fairy white skin further, her toe-nails done meticulously in purple, and yet still looking neglected. No, it wasn’t really her looks that attracted him to her.
Her personality? Her personality? No, definitely not. Molly’s interests could be listed in three as Tom Stoppard, deep trance, and deep throat. The usual hobbies of the modern middle class girl, really. Her voice was the voice of a self-mutilator, full of pauses, stops and starts, and embarrassing ums and ahs, penetrated every so often with a tirade of violent anger and swearing, like Barry Fry on crack. It was this combination of traits that had seen Molly get shunned by nearly everyone in her year group. Everyone except her boyfriend, and practising Satanist, Leonard.
When word got around the school that a Satanist was studying there, most of the students wetted their sponges with hopes of 6 foot 7” Nick Cave types wandering about sacrificing goats and eating chickens. A bit of excitement, at least, a dangerous religion that wasn’t going to car-bomb anyone. They expected something interesting, intriguing, and sexy. What they didn’t expect was Leonard. Leonard, with his Savage Garden tee-shirts and his combat trousers. Leonard, with his foppish hairdo, and habit of talking through the side of his mouth. Leonard, with his face that seemed to have singled him out from birth for a career in I.T. networking. Leonard was an arsehole. There was no doubt about it. He was the very dictionary definition of “arsehole”. Judd was fully aware of Leonard’s arseholeness, and his entanglement with Molly only added to Judd’s problems.
With Molly being as Molly was, and there being no chance of Judd recovering from what was past, he was left to… what was he actually left to do? Nothing. Nothing at all. Absolutely sweet Fanny Addams, Faustino Asprilla, Francis of Assisi, f--- all. He wandered from day to day, desperately searching for something, anything, to occupy his time, anything not called Molly. Socialism, pornography, heroin- Judd felt like he was permanently living to edge Molly out of his life, and replace her with something… less damaging to his health.
He picked the gun back up again. Himself, Molly, or Leonard? Himself, Molly, or Leonard… Leonard had suddenly decided he wanted to be called “Leon”. It seemed that every single essence of Leonard’s being was specifically created by God to be as annoying, as grating to Judd as could possibly be. Every single little aspect that made up Leonard, from his Silverchair CDs, to his aromatherapy expertise, to his insistence on “ironically” flirting with his elderly teachers, to his foppishness. Fop, fop, fop. Hugh Grant with the spine removed.
Judd considered what it’d be like to kill Leonard, to slowly, carefully, yet violently ram that big black cock of death straight into Leonard’s mouth, past his perfectly white teeth, feeling the tension as Leonard bit down on the gun, Leonard’s breathing getting harder and harder, the silence punctuated just by his gasps, the last breaths he would ever take, before Judd pulled the trigger, and decorated the surrounding walls with fragments of Leonard’s skull, a Jackson Pollock of bloody and brainmatter appearing on the floor. Don’t get me wrong, Judd wasn’t a violent person. Far from it. He was a complete pussy. That explains why he kept putting the gun down.
“Come on, grow some guts man” Judd thought to himself, aware of how ridiculous those words sounded when said by, or in any relation to, him. A thin, smug, bespectacled guy with bad hair, trying to turn from Adrian Mole to Dirty Harry. Judd sighed. He went over to the CD player, and turned it on, hoping that he could absorb a predeliction for violence through soundwaves. House of Pain’s 1993 opus “Jump Around” attempted to fill that role for him. As Everlast ranted and rapped over the beat, Judd tried to work out what the hell to do.
He’d considered raping Molly, but that was too… undignified. He didn’t want to be a rapist, he refused to believe he was that far gone. Even in obsession, he liked to think that he had some ethics left. Each second spent thinking about Molly, though, was another second where his ethics seemed intrusive.
Judd thought about how Mafia dons can quite happily peddle heroin and force woman into crack-whoredom, but will go mad if someone insults the Pope. Twisted ideas of what is right and wrong, and when Judd peered through the looking glass of his lust for Molly, right and wrong seemed to melt like a Dali clockface. If not rape, maybe murder?
If he did shoot Molly, maybe he could make it look like a suicide pact! Maybe… maybe… just maybe…maybe he could shoot her, and then shoot himself… and there could be fake letters, suicide notes! Yes, he’d fake the suicide notes, and the letters would say that each of them loved each other, and that Leonard was evil and stopped their union, and everyone would feel sympathy for themselves, and in death everyone would think he was great, and the books would always say that him and Molly were in love, and everything would be good, and we could all go home happy and and Leonard would be put down and they’d be together in the afterlife and and and…
Judd put the gun under his chin, and pulled the trigger.
“Jump jump jump, everybody jump!”
Genre: Formal Female = 1908 Male = 1250 Difference = -658; 39.58% Verdict: FEMALE
― libcrypt, Sunday, 9 March 2008 19:26 (seventeen years ago)