Sporadically speaking

Since I’m still, slightly, somewhat, determined to not make this a fic journal like my LJ, that X-Men – First Class fic has been relegated to AO3. Not that I may ever have anything else to contribute to that fandom until tessercat writes something else, because it’s most certainly not my intention to start writing the Erik to his Charles. Nor am I even protesting just a little too much. I’m not at all sure that I have much of anything to say about the scenario unless it’s pingback off someone else, mostly because I’m trying to pack up and go on hiatus, and also in a smaller degree because my inherent PolSci nature will otherwise surface and I’ll find myself ranting about the failure of the European project again. I am, after all, wholly disillusioned with the EU as a democratic mechanism because that’s what it was marketed as, when really, it’s just another technocratic solution that expected public validation after the fact.

( Linguistic shorthand )

In other news, I was actually doing quite well with Steak House or Gay Bar, until the name of an actual pub I’ve been to came up. Of course I figured that it must be a steak house somewhere else in the world, only to discover that no, that was the exact pub being referred to. And to think, I’d almost forgotten most of that pub crawl, that criss-crossed most of London, and led to myself and the sole friend who remained at the end of it, cackling over mulled wine in a pub that I’ve never actually been able to find since.