Bits and bobs

Oh, Agent Carter, sometimes the fact that you are set in 1946 rather than the 30s kind of cramps my style. And by style I mean my knowledge of pop culture, which is far greater for the 30s than it is for the 40s.

I may be writing more fic. A few more fics, actually. They all basically revolve around the theme of "Jack Thompson flirts very badly, often confusing flirting with being an annoying jerk. Peggy Carter finds this simultaneously irritating, amusing, confusing, and intriguing. She also verbally kicks his ass a lot."

...Looking at some of my favorite pairings, I do believe I see a theme.

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In reviewing my medical records, I found that I have an arcuate uterus. This is largely an incidental finding, as the jury is still out on whether the increased difficulty in getting pregnant and increased number of miscarriages for women with this abnormality is statistically significant. (Anyway, it's a moot point for me, obviously.) It doesn't affect anything else. What I found amusing is that it basically causes the uterus to have devil horns.

I feel like this explains so much. Perhaps I should enlist the services of an exorcist as well as a gynecologist.