Holy crap, apparently I am one of the UK's 83 most conceited bloggers
. I expected everyone and their dog to nominate themselves; now I feel a little bit like a tiny little fish in a small pond full of pike. I don't know where Andy got the 83 nominations from, but there they are and I feel very insignificant indeed.
Fortunately I've submitted 10 entries as an example,so my usual nattering about life and fannish stuff and so on hopefully
won't count too much against me, though I imagine I'm going to have to write something interesting some day soon.
Today is not that day. I just spent the day with my family seeing Darwin: the Big Idea
at the Natural History Museum, which is fantastic and you should all make the time to see it before it closes in April. And then Weaves
made me do this:
You are the _________ to my _________.
Fill out the blanks with something fandom related, anything really (ex: You are the Columbia to my Dr. Frank N. Furter). Comment with it and I'll
add it in my user info think about you fondly. It will make everyone me happy, so please do it!
And now? I'm sending out emails I needed to send out then going home.