CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL WHO PASSED NANO, you guys have proven yourself to be far better troopers then I ever was, because I certainly couldn't of written 50,000 of anything. (well I could of, just in small doses, once a day for a year.) Seriously, I lack the discipline for it and I'm quite well with that.
Let's see, first thing of note. Take That fandom ahoy.
I've been hanging out in the Take That fandom and whooboy, I tell you, some wierdness abounds. And there are people who of course make facebook accounts masquerading as their favorite Take That member. That's all well and good, however the thing that boogles me the most is.. why would you create a journal for Nigel Martin-Smith, their overly abusive ex-manager?. Don't you LOVE the lads? Come on, really? Or do you secretly hate them and want them to die?
I love Jason, Howard, Mark and Gary (and yes Robbie is creeping up on me like something insidious, he'll never be in the top four but at the very least I'm amused by him), and yes I have a bout of fannish retardation (like my love of Jason/Howard anything) but there's a limit to how much stupidity one could take. It makes me wish that I knew where all the intelligent Take That fans are. I'm going out with one, then there is this person in Germany whom I regularly trade emails with, then there is this girl on the Jason Orange Juice Community who at teh very least says mounds of entertaining things (like her rendition of "I kissed a Jason Orange and I liked it"), and then a few american fans whom are pretty sane but for the most part, it's like they've never quite made it past their childhood and they have these dumbfuck arguments about 'who loves Jason/Howard/Mark/Gary/Robbie more'. And don't get me started about the ones who actually actively stalk them IRL.
At the very least I can share my thoughts with
Also last but certainly not least. SHOUT OUT TO
Also added note. Because it just occured to me. You know what Take That fandom reminds me of? The Kyou Kara Maou fandom. Except with less demons and less gay.