I think I checked tumblr about every half an hour today, just to see people flapping their arms and making noises. Metaphorical noises.
(If you weren't aware of this, the cause was this twitter post
. Don't go to the #grapes tag on tumblr if you don't want to be very confused.
This feels suspiciously like the winter of 2007/2008. You know, when a certain (terriwonderful)* movie was being filmed. I liked that winter. I knocked up my wife that winter. I passed my first comprehensive exam that winter.
I became Amal that winter, actually. Though she took six months to park herself on teh intarwebs.
Anyway, it's a good feeling. Though I am, in fandom terms, something approaching middle-aged (if not an old lady). Probably my position right now is best expressed through this cartoon
by my favorite fanartist, shockingblankets
IN CONCLUSION, I have not had the emotional energy to play much at f_march_madness
, but if you haven't already voted I would like to STRONGLY suggest you vote for the amazing and wonderful Molly Hooper, who suffered the key indignity of having her fucking name misspelled in the poll
. Molly is great. You should vote for her. I'm sure whoever she's up against is nice, but Molly Hooper wears underwear with little skulls in bows and pink kitten sweaters and cuts up dead people for a living. She's like Dana Scully with no seriousness at all.
She's loyal and smart and strong and she deserves all of our votes, because she's the best. The end.
* I type the first half of the word "terriwonderful." Leigh is leaning over my shoulder. "Terrible," she says. "No," I say, "look." She reads what I wrote. "Terrible," she says. "SHUT UP I LIKED IT," I say. "You're one of very few people," she says.