A sad indictment...

... searching inside books on the Amazon site, trying to remember if the Coleridge stuff is in the first Dirk Gently novel or the second one, when suddenly you realise that the books are sitting behind you on the shelf, not five feet away.

Kate's Fan Gender

I'm a fanboy. Doctor Who is an integral part of my being. I know a huge amount about it - fact and fiction - and can nitpick continuity or argue ratings with the best. I can slap someone down in an argument with facts and logic. I write fanfic which emphasises plot, concept, and background. I met my husband and numerous friends through our shared interest in Who.

I'm a fangirl. I love to squee with others about boys - whether it's my permanent thighsweats for McGann, or my crush of the moment. I'm a dilettante, discovering new texts and fandoms only to move on again, picking up jargon, conventions, and in-jokes along the way. I can defuse an argument with jokes and questions. I write fanfic which emphasises character, relationships, and sexuality. At cons, I'm more interested in socialising than discussing texts.

Discuss.

Further to which

Googling Terrance Dicks brings up some surprising sponsored links.

Thou Shalt Not Waste

I once watched a fascinating doco on "blacktrackers" - Indigenous experts on finding animals and people in the bush, whose skills have caught criminals and saved lives. There was a very sad true story about a lost child who died before he could be found; a blacktracker offered his services, but the property's owner would not allow an Aboriginal man past his gates. Prejudice, in short, hurts more than just its direct victims.

I thought of that sad story again when I read about how Australia's serious doctor shortage is exacerbated by discrimination against gay couples.

Perhaps someone has said this before...

... but good grief, my Head is pastede on yay.