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Aww. David Tennant is such a fanboy. Look at his "Holy shit I'M SINGING WITH THE FUCKING PROCLAIMERS" face! (thx Mary Sue)

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I do agree with the Guardian's characterization of the New Yorker's profile on Neil Gaiman as "gently sniffy." I'm also kind of amazed that it takes a publication as august as the New Yorker to shake loose any information about Neil's connections to Scientology (and believe me I've read a lot of articles about him). But enough about that.

([Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer] are now engaged to be married. He proposed on New Year’s Day, drawing a ring on her finger with a Sharpie.) The couple met in 2008, when Palmer was working on a solo album and asked Gaiman, to whom she was introduced by a mutual friend, to write stories to accompany photographs of her as a corpse. That afternoon in New York, they had been interviewed in the bath: she naked, he wearing a suit jacket that had been bought for forty bucks from a drunk in Tompkins Square Park.

I am not sure if I would aspire to a life that interesting. But it's sure fun reading about other people who do.