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So, I had to explain the concept of Rickrolling to R last night after a Colbert Report rerun referenced it.

I'm pretty sure he still doesn't get it, even after the Ratpacker joined in. Potentially especially after the Ratpacker joined in. I don't know how they manage to remain friends; watching the two of them together is kind of like watching someone from Baton Rouge try to have a conversation with someone from, say, Glasgow. Technically they're both speaking the same language, but nuance...may be lost.

In fandom news, laurab1, who made the icon I'm currently using after reading Second City Torchwood, has done some new manips for Edgar van Scyoc Presents: Doctor Who. Which is good because I couldn't find a single decent photo of Hayden Panettiere that I thought I could use in the actual fic. Also her name sounds like an upscale coffeehouse in a Chicago suburb. These are the things that cross my mind.

Many of my fandoms at the moment look like they're just...about...to burst out into wank. I've begun making bets with myself about which fandom will be first. At the moment odds are running in favour of Torchwood, but Harry Potter never fails to surprise....

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I forgot to mention today how GirlBoss (who is leaving in two weeks, just when we were starting to get along now that she no longer insults my shoes) had a tiff with her boyfriend and he's all kinds of busted, she won't tell me why. Which wouldn't matter to me in any way except that he is apparently going the "slightly scary weirdo imitating romantic comedies" route and, today, sent her flowers every two hours on the dot. GUESS WHO GOT TO TAKE DELIVERY OF THEM. I think the delivery woman and I now share a special bond. The bond of OMG this dude is insane make him stop.

If it continues tomorrow there may be a general strike.

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I mentioned the flowers thing to R before he took off for the evening, and he said he'd done that once. Not sending flowers every two hours, but heartbrokenly sending flowers to her at work and then leaving another bunch on her doorstep to find when she came home. And then she ripped his heart out and stomped on it, but knowing R he'd probably done something to deserve it. Also it at least confirms my belief that not every woman he sleeps with goes terminally insane afterwards.

"So, didn't work so well," I said.

"No, really the flowers have to come before the breakup."

"This is your big piece of advice? Remember to give flowers while still dating, rather than after?"

"It's just more effective," he replied.

"I'll remember that. You're quite the Casanova."

"I'm the what?" he asked, and then we had a little talk about the difference between "Casanova" and "Casablanca".

To be fair, Casablanca has many wise dating tips to impart as well, such as "Nazis are not a good excuse to have sex".