Mistakes that can't be undone

People, readers, friends: it turns out I've been wrong all this time. I can't quite believe it yet. I'm as shocked as you all are.

I don't know what to think anymore.

It's Spangler, not Spengler.

While I do appreciate the new connotations of spanking and strangling...he's Spengler to me! And yes, I've suddenly been able to find a lot more pages mentioning him on the Internet, but I'm not going to know what to call him anymore!

>:(

::goes off to be alone and come to terms with all this::

I hate you all, omg

Reviewing my poll, it is clear that you are all ethically challenged, and think I'm crazy. Hence, I am leaving Livejournal forever!

In a while.

This morning I was watched the episode of Malcolm in the Middle (thank you Sky One!) where Francis is hitchhiking to Alaska unsuccessfully in the freezing cold, and when he finally gets a ride the truck driver points out that he pretty much HAS to do whatever the driver tells him, or he'll have to go back out hitchhiking again.

Why isn't there more slash for this fandom? ::shakes head omg::

( Fannish waffling )

Fannishness aside, I worked at the Charity Shop again for a few hours. And I've learned I hate customers. Deeply. Why can they not put clothes back where they find them? The right way around? And, y'know, ON the hangers. I mean, it's not like there are sharks in the way, is it? It's not like they have to make a choice between putting the clothes back properly or saving a loved one in peril. I might make a list of 10 Things, like Jekesta. And put it up in the shop.

Growl. I think I'm channelling Bernard Black a bit. Hurrah!

::dances::