A Lannister Always Spays His Pets, a photo by joely_jo on Flickr.

I really should stop finding this funny. My excuse is that I am married to a vet. Also that I am sad and there really is no hope for me...

So... for those of you who were wondering... I'm not dead. Not physically, at any rate. Imaginatively, though, almost certainly. It's been several months since I read my flist or wrote anything in my journal, and I have to say that I haven't yet decided whether I've missed it or not.

I actually feel rather guilty that I've neglected LJ for as long as I have, but I just haven't been able to summon the sort of interest in fandom things I once had. And the result of this has been a general lack of desire to write anything, read anything or otherwise contribute. 

I don't know what else to say to explain my absence... Of course I could pedal a ream of reasons about having a busy job and a happy relationship for the first time in five years, but the truth is that neither of those things have contributed any more than a little bit. The main thing has been that I just don't feel engaged with fandom stuff the way I used to. I admit that I'm quite interested in the upcoming X-Files movie, but I get most of my information on that from an independent site. The new series of Doctor Who has interested me a little, but I've missed several episodes due to other commitments and I now feel a bit withdrawn from the action. I do, however, hold out some hope that the upcoming run of episodes will give me some reason to get excited. And, finally, in terms of R/T, I just feel that I've written everything I could possibly write and would simply be recycling ideas. Which is fine, I suppose, but I suspect that an audience for that kind of thing would be pretty limited. 

And so, here we are... at the stage where I think I'm going to ban fandom from this journal and just post the odd thing about my actual life. Which will probably bore you all to death... and so, if you're friends with me for the fandom stuff, you may want to get rid of me. And I will, of course, not be offended in the slightest!  

 Oh, I have to share this with everyone...

(Sent to me in an email from a friend who is a solicitor in London - never let it be said that he takes himself too seriously!)

Lawyer - Doctor _______, before you began the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
Witness - No.
Lawyer - Did you check for blood pressure?
Witness - No. 
Lawyer - Did you check for breathing?
Witness - No. 
Lawyer - So, then, is it possible that the subject was alive when you began the autopsy?
Witness - No. 
Lawyer - And how can you be so sure?
Witness - Because his brain was sitting in a jar on my desk. 
Lawyer - But could the subject have been alive nonetheless?
Witness - It is possible that he could have been alive and practising law somewhere, yes.

*chortle*