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i have a new haircut and a tiny bottle of cognac and a new bread bin. life is rich.
it is also a bit weird. i accidentally fell into a new fandom. oops?
no, not that one. (though i am still at the flailing and meeping stage of looking at pictures of noel & julian. mr barratt has a powerful effect on my hormones, and i kind of want to keep noel as a pet. so, all is normal there.)
double oops because i got into it because i thought, no, this is RIDICULOUS. what on earth is the appeal of this? people and fandom, you are so very strange! and then i sent emails expressing this opinion. and then links. that i glanced at. and then i thought, well, i suppose i must read a bit in order to be properly horrified. i mean, this is just--- just----- um. rather well-written, actually. and, oh crap, also hilarious. and hot.
buggeration.
*reads another one*
*and another*
*finds and joins locked anonmeme*
well. well, CRAP. i think i ship it. no, i definitely ship it. (also it turns out that if you write ben goldacre as a nefarious evil-doer? i will definitely approve.)
just to make things even less sensible, it's all kind of AU? or it is now, since reality has jossed it to pieces. though i find that oddly comforting, as it adds another level of "we don't so much reject your reality as prefer to play in this substitute one of our very own."
in short: i have spent the past week and a half gleefully inhaling charlie brooker/david mitchell. and watching them, separately and together, on the youtubes. now, given i have had a very distant relationship with telly over the past few years, i was only vaguely aware of who david mitchell WAS when this started. (charlie brooker, i have come to realise, i knew of old via tvgohome. so i am less shocked to be having badwrong thoughts about him, as scruffy looking cynical misanthropists with self-esteem issues and a surprisingly girlish giggle fall well within my normal comfort zone of attraction.) but now, of course, fictional escapades aside, i find mitchell adorable. he is 30-something going on 70. he didn't go out with anyone for years (not because he wasn't interested, but because he's a bit crap at it). he has a special travel dressing gown. he waves his arms and performs angry logic. he has quite a lot of brains. there are big brown eyes and a tendency toward rotundity. he has kind of terrible hair. ♥
being unusually adorable even by his standards on QI (with slightly iffy sound, sorry)
refusing to dance with charlie brooker (not with charlie, just with.)
making cogent points about footballers (er. sorry, roadie!)
and finally, bickering with brooker on you have been watching
for illustrative purposes:
charlie brooker being an attractive curmudgeon
(ignore, if you wish, the fact that his self-description in the fronstpiece of the hell of it all is "resembles a cross between a white laurence fishburne, a paedophile walrus and a scowling pork knuckle". i think he's cute...)
david mitchell: how could you resist this little face?
on 10 o'clock live together
so, in short: stuff is wrong with my brain. i've already READ all the fic. i have no plans to write any. but i have been enjoying this detour into a small-and-now-dead fandom far more than is healthy.
and now it seems i must obtain and watch peep show.
it is also a bit weird. i accidentally fell into a new fandom. oops?
no, not that one. (though i am still at the flailing and meeping stage of looking at pictures of noel & julian. mr barratt has a powerful effect on my hormones, and i kind of want to keep noel as a pet. so, all is normal there.)
double oops because i got into it because i thought, no, this is RIDICULOUS. what on earth is the appeal of this? people and fandom, you are so very strange! and then i sent emails expressing this opinion. and then links. that i glanced at. and then i thought, well, i suppose i must read a bit in order to be properly horrified. i mean, this is just--- just----- um. rather well-written, actually. and, oh crap, also hilarious. and hot.
buggeration.
*reads another one*
*and another*
*finds and joins locked anonmeme*
well. well, CRAP. i think i ship it. no, i definitely ship it. (also it turns out that if you write ben goldacre as a nefarious evil-doer? i will definitely approve.)
just to make things even less sensible, it's all kind of AU? or it is now, since reality has jossed it to pieces. though i find that oddly comforting, as it adds another level of "we don't so much reject your reality as prefer to play in this substitute one of our very own."
in short: i have spent the past week and a half gleefully inhaling charlie brooker/david mitchell. and watching them, separately and together, on the youtubes. now, given i have had a very distant relationship with telly over the past few years, i was only vaguely aware of who david mitchell WAS when this started. (charlie brooker, i have come to realise, i knew of old via tvgohome. so i am less shocked to be having badwrong thoughts about him, as scruffy looking cynical misanthropists with self-esteem issues and a surprisingly girlish giggle fall well within my normal comfort zone of attraction.) but now, of course, fictional escapades aside, i find mitchell adorable. he is 30-something going on 70. he didn't go out with anyone for years (not because he wasn't interested, but because he's a bit crap at it). he has a special travel dressing gown. he waves his arms and performs angry logic. he has quite a lot of brains. there are big brown eyes and a tendency toward rotundity. he has kind of terrible hair. ♥
being unusually adorable even by his standards on QI (with slightly iffy sound, sorry)
refusing to dance with charlie brooker (not with charlie, just with.)
making cogent points about footballers (er. sorry, roadie!)
and finally, bickering with brooker on you have been watching
for illustrative purposes:
charlie brooker being an attractive curmudgeon
(ignore, if you wish, the fact that his self-description in the fronstpiece of the hell of it all is "resembles a cross between a white laurence fishburne, a paedophile walrus and a scowling pork knuckle". i think he's cute...)
david mitchell: how could you resist this little face?
on 10 o'clock live together
so, in short: stuff is wrong with my brain. i've already READ all the fic. i have no plans to write any. but i have been enjoying this detour into a small-and-now-dead fandom far more than is healthy.
and now it seems i must obtain and watch peep show.