oh, yeah

Back from busy week on the road, and well, was Thursday a day (and night) of joy in our prequel-to-a-YA-Dystopia world or what? Like a great many people, including May, I thought that Labour would get slaughtered when May decided to get herself a coronation an election. I certainly did not guess that it would relieve David Cameron of his "PM who managed to score the worst own goal" title. After last year's Brexit desaster, my faith in the British part of voting humanity is getting somewhat restored. Meanwhile, James Comey came to bury Trump, not to praise him, and did so with relish. I had wif fi in my hotelroom and watched the live steam to great joy and occasional ire.

And yes, I'm aware of all the drawbacks: the Republican party still isn't afraid enough to lose votes to stop kowtowing to Trump, and without them, impeachment is impossible, plus the British edition of the Orange Menace, aka Boris Johnson, might end up becoming PM after all. But hey. It was a good Thursday and Friday morning.

Also, the ssrconfidential ficathon has gone live. Check out more than thirty new Agent Carter stories here!

The story I received was: Playing the Cards, Jason Wilkes - and Jason Wilkes/Howard Stark - post season 2 of Agent Carter, and I enjoyed it a lot. Now I look forward to exploring all the other stories, and won't ask anyone to guess mine because it's terribly obvious again.