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Screw you guys, I choose my own fandom lover.

And it changes daily, let's be honest. I am a fandom whore. Huzzah!


I went to see Mrs and Baby Spike day before yesterday, stayed the night. And I'm getting all... proud parenty, about her. It's amusing. Like, she's nearly three, and we had the following exchange.

"Look, it's my thing!"

"Yeah, you tied it all up with string last night, didn't you?"

Solemnly: "Yes. While you were talking in the kitchen."

Now them's some pretty complicated concepts for a mini-person, and I'm all OMG SHE IS PRODIGY! BREAK OUT THE PIANOS! or whatever. Which is... sooooomewhat terrifying...

Other good news, I was wearing pretty top, I looked darned hot, and Circus Boy turned up unexpectedly. And I haven't mentioned him in a while because he's been in Madagascar, looking into marine conservation, as you do, but he's still exceeding cute.

Decent weekend, really, all 'round.