Part 15 of Wrong Planet. You'll laugh, you'll sigh, you'll wonder why Connor is allowed online unsupervised!
More fantasy booking of his big famous
movie book (I'm not going through all those broken links to find ones that work i'm sure you know who these people are)
Molly Ringwald perched on the edge of the bed, her form alien but strangely familiar, all smooth curves and pale skin. Connor slowly loosened the knot on his eyepatch and smiled. "So you wanna take a couple rounds with the champ, huh?" He started towards her, but after two steps he paused, petrified - he was about to take this whoregoddess to bed without finishing the ritual. Blindly he reached behind him, refusing to look and break the Rule of Cool. Eventually his greasy fingers found it, and with an eagerness that surprised him, he punched the play button on the iPhone dock.
Oh thank God, I thought Connor had forgotten about Redesigning Eva!
Hahaha, what? Dude, what?
Hey there edgelord, why don't you bring it back a little bit
SHOW ME MOLLY RINGWALDS BIRTH CERTIFICATE!
Oh my
god you fucking sperg, won't you shut the fuck up and JUST WRITE?!
This is a very common theme in Connorwatching - when he hasn't written anything for a while because of "stress" or "writers block", he ends up posting how he will instead write something intentionally awful. He references Springtime for Hitler as the impetus of his ruse, but I would compare him more to Milo Minderbinder.
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN!?
And this is where Connor bought a typewriter (fun fact: I bought one at a flea market for the same reason. Sitting outside smoking a cigar, drinking bourbon, and annoying the neighbors is an enjoyable way to spend the evening)