Okay, so am I the last person to see this? I love Google, like, for serious. JC (and A.D.I.D.A.S.) were referenced in a novel. You can read the entire excerpt here, or you can read just the JC-related bit below. Not entirely complimentary, unfortunately, except the last line, which could be read in a completely complimentary way.
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From Dark Cindy, by M. Apostolina:
There was no one in the seat next to me. I looked around the plane. It was completely empty! What was happening? I felt another jolt, and the lights flickered ominously. On the speaker system I heard static, and then a song blasted. A really awful song by JC Chasez:
All day long I dream about sex...
And all the time I think about sex
With you, with you
I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just sit there (someone had to turn JC Chasez off). I reached down to unbuckle my seat belt and half-glanced out the window. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Just outside the plane -- and only a few hundred yards away -- was a ginormous tornado. Holy crap! I screamed, but I couldn't hear myself; the sound of the wind and the whirring tornado drowned out everything around me (including JC Chasez) (the one bonus of a tornado) (that I know of). I've got to tell the pilot, I thought, so I flung aside my seat belt, bolted up, and heard a scary popping sound.
[snip]
The tornado was still out there. I had to be careful. Then blink-blink-blink. All the emergency aisle lights went out. Permanently. I could barely see in front of my nose. Just one foot in front of the other, I told myself. You have to make it to the cockpit. With the noise of the tornado now muffled, I could hear it again:
All day long I dream about sex...
And all the time I think about sex
With you, with you
Ignore it, I thought (admittedly hard to do when it comes to JC Chasez).
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From Dark Cindy, by M. Apostolina:
There was no one in the seat next to me. I looked around the plane. It was completely empty! What was happening? I felt another jolt, and the lights flickered ominously. On the speaker system I heard static, and then a song blasted. A really awful song by JC Chasez:
All day long I dream about sex...
And all the time I think about sex
With you, with you
I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just sit there (someone had to turn JC Chasez off). I reached down to unbuckle my seat belt and half-glanced out the window. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Just outside the plane -- and only a few hundred yards away -- was a ginormous tornado. Holy crap! I screamed, but I couldn't hear myself; the sound of the wind and the whirring tornado drowned out everything around me (including JC Chasez) (the one bonus of a tornado) (that I know of). I've got to tell the pilot, I thought, so I flung aside my seat belt, bolted up, and heard a scary popping sound.
[snip]
The tornado was still out there. I had to be careful. Then blink-blink-blink. All the emergency aisle lights went out. Permanently. I could barely see in front of my nose. Just one foot in front of the other, I told myself. You have to make it to the cockpit. With the noise of the tornado now muffled, I could hear it again:
All day long I dream about sex...
And all the time I think about sex
With you, with you
Ignore it, I thought (admittedly hard to do when it comes to JC Chasez).
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Date: 2007-03-02 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-03 11:33 pm (UTC)Dances in her seat at redlights and everything, I bet. ::nods head:: Poor JC. No respect!
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Date: 2007-03-02 07:01 am (UTC)Sigh.
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Date: 2007-03-03 01:27 am (UTC)Sigh.
I thought at first that it might be one of those self-published things. Cow needs to be bitch slapped, making fun of my boy!
From M. Apostolina
Date: 2007-06-22 08:13 am (UTC)Come say hello at myspace.com/mapostolina