sheldrake

Hello! It's Saturday morning, scientifically proven to be the least profitable time to post anywhere on the internet. I'm trying a new thing, and that new thing is crossposting to Dreamwidth. I'm not particularly thinking of leaving LJ or owt, but it seemed silly to have it sitting there doing nothing, and (cross fingers) posting to both would appear to be easy. I like easy. So with any luck, all (of my many, many) posts will now be available on both sites. You're so lucky.

So... what's been happening since my last post some time in the 12th Century? We had an election! And it all went weird. WEIRD, I tell you. That is the official term for what's happening in the UK right now. Weirdness. It's making me feel a bit funny, and like I might have to go and hide in a burrow underground for a while.



My constituency is traditionally by-and-large Labour-supporting. It's been a red island in a sea of blue since 1992. Now, after a tense and nail-biting battle (yes, it was!) it's blue again. I'm not exactly thrilled about that. My new MP is Ben Gummer, son of former cabinet minister John Selwyn Gummer (that wikipedia entry is a bit out of date). I personally suspect the Gummers of having some earthworm in their ancestry. During the election campaign, the town of Ipswich was part-buried under a deluge of pretty, shiny leaflets, all of which bore the glorious image of wormy Ben. I firmly believe that many people voted for him simply because he was the only one they recognised. It's a primitive form of hypnotism, really.

Also! This means my MP is now younger than me, which is JUST WRONG.

So, what else? Well, not much. Except that, after having renounced fandom to be a gardener, I tripped and fell back into fandom again, and I'm being held here against my will.



So far, my interaction with this new fandom consists of lurking, reading everything (remember those days?), sending emails to lazlet and ukcalico mostly consisting of OMG!!!1 <3 etc, and vaguely writing bits of the same interminable fic in which nothing happens. So, what is this incredible new fandom, I hear you wail from the secret underground lair in which I have imprisoned you. It is, of course, the true, ridiculous and hilarious love that quite obviously and undeniably exists between Charlie Brooker and David Mitchell [note to lobelia321 - not that David Mitchell, the other one]. Trawling the internet for some way of explaining myself, I find that this post in fandom secrets illustrates my situation rather well. Rather... too well.

Anyway! For some reason, I feel quite creepy and weird and self-conscious about this, which is odd seeing as I've been posting creepy and weird RPS fanfiction here since 2002. I mean, I wrote Russell Brand/Christopher Biggins and did not even have the decency to kill myself afterwards. So... I don't really know what that's all about. Maybe it's all that gardening. Maybe it's the realisation that my peculiar, freakish hobby has finally reached the pinnacle of peculiar, freakish hobbies, and is more-or-less indefensible to any sane persons.

Well, whatever - at least now I can be happy in the knowledge that it's not just me. Also - it's really fun.

Nothing else has happened in my life, so I will go away now. Tune in next time, folks, for pictures of my garden (no, really) and accounts of my latest stalkings!