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Okay, yes, I'm extremely grumpy about the Sharks, and I likely will be for a few days or a week or oh I don't know ALL SUMMER. Amd while I can cheerfully accept that they were beaten by a team who was better than them, I'm really not in the mood to be even slightly gracious about it, so: well done Ducks. I hope you fucking choke on it, you pack of waddling bastards.

THAT SAID, strangefrontier hath rescued me from utter woe this morning with the production of Ben Goldacre icons. Look at that icon. That is perfect. In celebration, am reading Bad Science again. I read it before, in January, but since I can't remember what the hell happened in January, I think it needs another go to sink in. Although I DO remember that the next time someone waxes lyrical at me about antioxidants we're going to have an almighty fucking row.

Oh and - because I'm ranting at the Ducks - I have to add this::


MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Maybe they'll leave you alone. But not me.

Oh yes and another thing...

Those of you who've been around for a while may remember my obsession with My Chemical Romance. Then it died down a bit, because... well because... I don't really know. I went to see them live, and it was amazing at the time, but I was off my face on venlafaxine and I don't remember very much about it. I know I screamed along and I cried at one point - was it during Famous Last Words? Was it Disenchanted? Did they even play Disenchanted? What DID they play?

Anyway... after that I drifted away. Also there was no Frank, through no fault of his own, and no Bob either, again no fault of his own, so although Mikey and Toro and Gerrraaaaarrrrd are wonderful, I felt like I only saw half an MCR gig. Not the same. Not at all. Plus that was around the time Nicola left and every damn MCR song made me think of her and we shouldn't really get into that because fucking actual hell sometimes I think that left a hole in my heart that'll never be fixed and...

And.

Then I heard them again. It was as thrilling as it ever was. While I'm not the fangirl I used to be and I can't be bothered with side projects and every tiny bit of gossip and speculation like before (OMG THEY'RE SPLITTING UP FRANK AND GEE HATE EACH OTHER OMFGZ yeah, shut *up*) - I'll do anything twice but those things will not include a 140-pic picspam of Gerard Fucking Way, Bitches. Not least because it took about SEVEN HOURS - I do remember exactly why I loved them in the first place. Welcome back, band. Let's never fall out again.