Groupiedom

Not for the first time, I have been today referred to as a groupie. (Or posing as a groupie, which is a concept too bizarre to contemplate). This is the first time however that such a reference to myself has not been made by myself. Furthermore bizarrement was the indication that being a groupie was in fact harmless and nice.

Self confessed groupieness stems from a tendency to become obsessive about people to the extent that I talk about little else. People to whom I form a groupie-esque attachment become oracles of all truths. Should a God-of-the-moment (very fickle, me) say something is so, then that is Fact. (Charlie Brooker is my current Oracle). The most potent incidence of groupie-age in myself was an obsession with Bernard Butler, but that can be dismissed as I was pregnant at the time and all women (as well as some canny men) know that hormones can be blamed for EVERYTHING.

So. Casual bandyage (possible question as to the existence of the previous word) of the word "groupie" and the context in which I was (immodestly) called a groupie today would seem to be of the same meaning: ardent admirer.

A consultation with Wiki on the subject yields the following definition:

A groupie is a person who seeks emotional and sexual intimacy with a musician or other celebrity. "Groupie" is derived from group in reference to a musical group, but the word is also used in a more general sense, especially in casual conversation.

Yikes!

There is an overwhelming need to point out that I very rarely veer from casual conversation therefore the general sense is the one being referred to.

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Readers may correctly deduce that I have no ideas of my own. I thus feel it is only fair to throw a subject out there for others to
steal, should they need to. But being unable to think of ideas, I shall ask me old matey Wiki again...

Nope. Can't even offer a stealable idea. Random does appear to be truly random.

BUT!
I did find a glorious reference to Scotland beating England which is ALWAYS fun.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1928_British_Home_Championship

Stop now.

Self indulgent unintelligible muttering

I don't know what to do with myself today, despite the millions of things I should be doing, so I'm settling for staring at the computer mindlessly.

Jings, I do actually seem to be mindless. How can this have happened? I had one yesterday, or maybe it was the day before. What is your mind anyway, is it the same as your brain?

We'll see what Wiki says...

Mind collectively refers to the aspects of intellect and consciousness manifested as combinations of thought, perception, memory, emotion, will and imagination; mind is the stream of consciousness. It includes all of the brain's conscious processes. This denotation sometimes includes, in certain contexts, the working of the human unconscious or the conscious thoughts of animals. "Mind" is often used to refer especially to the thought processes of reason.

Well, there we go, and everyone knows that if Wiki says so, then it must be true.

So, do I have a mind?

Intellect. No, that's definitely gone.
Consciousness. Well, I'm awake. Not entirely sure if I am aware.
Combinations of thought:
Perception. Nope. None of that.
Memory. Ha! Ha! Like I know where my keys are.
Emotion. Ah, I have this one. Unfortunately it's set to random:

Situation: sad
Emotion: excited

Situation: joyful
Emotion: annoyed

I am going to go and see if I can perceive some intellectual things and then remember them. If anyone asks what I'm doing, I shall inform them I am perceiving. Then I shall laugh at them and go to sleep.