Obsessions

I admit to having some very odd obsessions: revolutions, communism & other totalitarian forms of government, words and names, serial killers.  More recently, I'm becoming obsessed with the 1920's, both in the US and Europe, and relatedly, Jazz and New Orleans and Voodoo. . . 

But I'm a writer.  I get to call it "research," or more aptly, "fodder."  

I recently ran across a website devoted to Jack the Ripper.  The aforementioned obsession with serial killers made me very excited about that.  However, I also have to share a bit of creeped-outedness when I clicked onto the "games & diversions" page.  Jack the Ripper poetry?  Really??  And chatrooms?   Suddenly feeling rather mundane and normal. . . 

I get to be obsessed in the name of Writerly Research.  What's all you people's excuse??  *grin*