When I was younger I had a pendant of ultimate power. It was a cheap little battle axe pendant I bought for about a quid from the saturday market in Penrith. It was sort of a joke to myself that if I ever managed to start a religion the axe would be my symbol and all my followers would wonder why, never knowing it was simply because my D&D character at the time had an axe.
Eventually I lost it in spain and was slightly gutted. However, shock and awe came upon me as, whilst on the same holiday in spain, I found an identical axe pendant for sale. Truly this must be fate that such power should come into my hands twice. I spoke how this was the source of my godly powers and how the followers of my chaotic cult must arise in it's name to have fun and eat sandwiches.
Obviously I lost the second pendant of ultimate power a long long time ago. I was never delusional enough to truly believe it was what I kept telling myself; that it had some sort of mythical properties, but there was always some part of my mind that wanted to believe it.
Years later I got a hat. This hat was gifted to me by one of my closest friends and looked awesome on me. It became the hat of pure awesome. It had the ability to make whoever wore it feel at least 66% more awesome. Clearly it worked well enough that someone at work stole it. So I got another hat that does more or less the same thing. Amazing that you can buy all these magical artefacts and no-one but me seems to know what they are.
Why am I telling you this? What I'm trying to get across here is that I am a believer in the strange and unusual but the more I live through life the more I become convinced that it is sane, bland and rational. I rail against this by my very nature. I suppose I take things to more extremes then other people. I can't just say "I like this hat because it makes me feel confident". I have to make a game out of why it makes me feel confident. I'm comfortable with that. Making this stuff up gives me a "dial out" option from reality where I can look at it and pretend the amazing and fantastical things in my head are actually in the real world.
So when I tell you that an email came today saying that my 10th Doctor trench coat had been dispatched, I want you to know how excited I was. One day I'll be old and sensible and things will be normal for me.
Till then though; one more time, Time Lord.
Rambleramblemramble.
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