It's Flu Season Again...

...And you know what that means.
Or perhaps you don't. In which case, I will take the time to inform you.
It means that I have once again developed a slight mania for washing my hands.
Why is this, you might ask.
Simple, I reply. Because, despite what you may believe, it is _still_ the best method of flu prevention out there.
That, and I took Advanced Biology Honors last year, which warped my brain. The whole first trimester is focused on micro organisms.
Which reminds me... I need to get the meningacocol disease vaccine before I head off to college.
Cheers!

Of Lawyers and Documentaries

I will never think of Lawyers the same way again.

"It's just that... I mean, people might..." she began. "I mean... well, you know what people call men who wear wigs and gowns, don't you?"
"Yes, miss."
"You do?"
"Yes, miss. Lawyers, miss."
(from Terry Pratchett's The Fifth Elephant, page twenty; the second speaker is dressed in drag.)

Also? I have the stranges urge to write a psuedo documentary about rabid fandom followers...

Well, it was funny to *me*...

So this afternoon I was going through the process of adding to my interests. (I am now one of two people who openly pledge their support of Gay Penguins O_o. It almost surprises me that I'm not the first.)

Being slightly bored, I decided to scan through who else was interested in a few things. I recognized the name of someone who is also interested in Magic Kaito (I lurk a lot of places, and this person posts a lot of places I lurk) and decided to click through, just to see.

Did I ever see.

All things considered, I was, and continue to be, terribly amused. I don't know that I should be terribly amused. It's just, I'd never expected to come across something like this. As a matter of fact, in the event that I ever post something even remotely similar, it would be with great anxiety that anyone mentioned actually *would* find it.

Still.

If this sort of thing continues, I will develope a reputation for describing things in a way that people who read/hear/see the description fear for their sanity only to end up being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as bad as he/she thought it would be. ("Once is an anomaly, twice is a pattern" and all that.)

In any case, I have the terrible urge to go out, find whoever is in charge of synchronicity, and give that person a good, swift kick to the lower backside.

(On a slightly unrelated note, does anyone else notice how I tend to go for longer words when I'm trying to be diplomatic? I think it was trained into me from an early age...)