Just got my first 'pay me to illustrate your fic' spam comment on AO3. Woo, hit the big time, baby!

yeah all my fic has been scraped, including archive-locked.

I wasn't going to spend my 4-day weekend obsessing over a Situation at work, but here we are!

Someone left a comment on a fic! Unfortunately it was just to tell me that it was older than they are. :(

Due South rewatch continues. I wasn't around for the infamous (and tedious-sounding) Ray Wars, but watching the first two seasons makes it obvious that both Rays are the very best Rays they can be, and that should be an end to it.

apropos of nothing, I feel strongly that the Beatles probably didn't end their sentences with 'innit' a la Ali G at any point in their careers, but what do I know?

I'm watching Due South from the very beginning, because why not.

I can't even complain about fandom on here because a) I don't even know where to start and b) quite rightly nobody cares and c) any specific thing I mention will bring randoms out of the woodwork like silver fish. tldr: middle age has rendered me a grumpy and bewildered being in a sea of wtf.

I miss the internet from 2001-2012-ish.

Tumblr just served me an ad for the annual wood-craft festival in my mum's village. A sentence I had to retype because the first time it sounded like some kind of horrifying euphemism. Anyway, I would like to be removed from the internet now.

Just had tea and cake with some neighbours, and one of them revealed that she once sent Ben Willbond a Valentine's card.

Yesterday I was starting to feel like maybe I'd read and thought enough about the Beatles, and honestly it was almost a relief (for one thing, I'd be able to stop feebly assuring people that 'I don't even know why or how this happened!') - but it turns out I just needed a short break.

annoyed by 90% of the internet, so why can't I stop looking at it?

I've just finished reading Tune In by Mark Lewisohn, have acquired exhaustive knowledge of everything the Beatles, their families and everyone they knew did and said between the beginning of time and 31/12/1962, and I actually don't know what to do with myself now.

concerned at how much screaming, crying and throwing up seems to be happening on tumblr, at the very least they're going to be very dehydrated.

Christian Bible - New Testament pretty solidly takes this one.

*puffs on pipe* I think the trouble really began when I started spending more and more time on tumblr's 'for you' tab as a way to avoid doing housework or thinking about my life choices...

Fandom? Complaining? Complaining about fandom? Who knows what delights the future has in store! Excited to find out.