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I was going to write a proper post today, but I'm exhausted and jittery after doing my seminar talk, and so instead I'll treat you to a few links.
First up, an interesting comparison between Dollhouse and Fringe. I love it when people say Joss Whedon is too clever for his own good. It makes me feel all superior for liking his shows.
As you all know, I love Neil Gaiman more than is healthy. This post only serves to make him more awesome in my eyes. In it, he takes an extremely entitled George R. R. Martin fan to task for getting all grouchy that GRRM is not finishing his books as quickly as fans would like:
Look, this may not be palatable, Gareth, and I keep trying to come up with a better way to put it, but the simplicity of things, at least from my perspective is this:
George R.R. Martin is not your bitch.
*swoons*
Usually I'm very homesick. This, however, makes me pleased to be far, far away from Australia. God I hate rugby league players. I'd quite like to point the dude in my icon in their direction.

This secret from
fandomsecrets cracks me up. I've always tracked the trends in secrets ('Oh, this is a big week for Supernatural secrets'; 'Remind me to stay far, far away from Hetalia' and so on) but shipping secret trends? That's a new level of insanity, and a kind of insanity I can get behind.
That's it for tonight. One of these days I may manage to find a part of my brain that's not filled with immrama and penitential exile, and use it to write a meaningful blog. Unfortunately, I can't find that part of my brain tonight.
First up, an interesting comparison between Dollhouse and Fringe. I love it when people say Joss Whedon is too clever for his own good. It makes me feel all superior for liking his shows.
As you all know, I love Neil Gaiman more than is healthy. This post only serves to make him more awesome in my eyes. In it, he takes an extremely entitled George R. R. Martin fan to task for getting all grouchy that GRRM is not finishing his books as quickly as fans would like:
Look, this may not be palatable, Gareth, and I keep trying to come up with a better way to put it, but the simplicity of things, at least from my perspective is this:
George R.R. Martin is not your bitch.
*swoons*
Usually I'm very homesick. This, however, makes me pleased to be far, far away from Australia. God I hate rugby league players. I'd quite like to point the dude in my icon in their direction.

This secret from
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That's it for tonight. One of these days I may manage to find a part of my brain that's not filled with immrama and penitential exile, and use it to write a meaningful blog. Unfortunately, I can't find that part of my brain tonight.