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A cool damp day here after delicious (to me; not so nice for the less robust) apocalyptic hotness yesterday. A tiny moment to update journal! What be going on?
Well as usual I am crap at answering comments or reading flist (sorrysorryIaminterestedreally) or even posting anything much. I may have slightly overestimated my time budget for selfish frivolity.
And what time I have seems to be most easily devoted to bumbling around the internet of George, viz.: noodling out the remaining skerricks of his old interviews; rewatching specially heartwarming vlogs of poor George near tears from extreme sporting adventures; and night after night of reading through the now 900-odd Vikings fics on AO3 (I am up to 746! This has been an heroic and wonderful endeavour!). My burning eyes attest to the devotion. But not much time beyond that for the squee.
Tell me: how does one squee when the fandom is three damn years old already? I feel like a dork.
But I'm about to rec some fics to a fic-virgin friend. Who doesn't need fanfic in their lives? The pleasure of corrupting one's peers! I shall send her merry bouquets of Athelstan's soulful sexual dilemmas.
A cool damp day here after delicious (to me; not so nice for the less robust) apocalyptic hotness yesterday. A tiny moment to update journal! What be going on?
Well as usual I am crap at answering comments or reading flist (sorrysorryIaminterestedreally) or even posting anything much. I may have slightly overestimated my time budget for selfish frivolity.
And what time I have seems to be most easily devoted to bumbling around the internet of George, viz.: noodling out the remaining skerricks of his old interviews; rewatching specially heartwarming vlogs of poor George near tears from extreme sporting adventures; and night after night of reading through the now 900-odd Vikings fics on AO3 (I am up to 746! This has been an heroic and wonderful endeavour!). My burning eyes attest to the devotion. But not much time beyond that for the squee.
Tell me: how does one squee when the fandom is three damn years old already? I feel like a dork.
But I'm about to rec some fics to a fic-virgin friend. Who doesn't need fanfic in their lives? The pleasure of corrupting one's peers! I shall send her merry bouquets of Athelstan's soulful sexual dilemmas.