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I had given myself an amnesty for posting today, on accounta too tired and no time to do anything (seriously, all I've accomplished all night is to heat up a frozen dinner -- twice, because I forgot to eat it -- and watch SHIELD through bleary eyes).

But then I was scrolling back through my reading list before heading off to bed and hit a post by [personal profile] morgandawn about a bunch of different things, including a video news report about a UK Blake's 7 con. She mentioned that Ann O'Neill was in the video, and I had to click; I was never in B7, but Ann published the first Due South zines I ever bought; I'm pretty sure they were the first zines I bought after getting online, and if so, they were the first I ever bought direct from a publisher. (I had half a dozen that I'd bought out of a box at an SF con a decade earlier, but that was it.)

I never interacted with her much, but my memories of her have stayed positive all these years. She passed away -- wow, I was going to say "a few years ago", but it was in 2000.

And tonight for the first time ever, I have a face to go with the name I've never forgotten. <3 The internet is an amazing thing.

The news piece is interesting outside of that; first, the news anchor (?I think?) is wearing a shirt that looks like a parody of the 80s, which is cracking me up, and second, it's fun listening to the unprepared reporter find out that all these strangely dressed people are really completely normal. His reaction to the cop is priceless. It's been a long time since I've heard someone that unused to the whole notion of fandom.

I also love this one bit right at the end, where the camera pans over a list of "Space City" drinks to show the audience how committed these convention attendees are to live out this Blake's 7 fantasy for the weekend -- and pauses on the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster. Hee!
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And that is that snow globes are not forever. Heh.

Many many many years ago -- like, probably more than 30 years ago -- my favorite aunt found a musical snow globe somewhere that reminded her of me, and gave it to me for a present. It was a wizard, casting a spell from a book he was reading, surrounded by glitter instead of snow. It was so cool! (Things like that were way harder to find then.)

It was really more suited to teenage me, but I kept it all this time, tucked away on a shelf. A few days ago, I idly noticed that the water level seemed to have dropped a bit, which was odd - but I figured I just hadn't looked at it in ages and was misremembering.

Then today I was over near it, and realized that the wizard was at a slightly odd angle, and reached for it to find that the globe part was a little loose, and suddenly there was a bit of water on my hand.


Turns out that the hard plastic supports inside the base eventually wear out! So the globe had been slowly going off-kilter, and then the rubber bit that the wizard stood on had also gone off-kilter, and water was seeping ever so slowly into the base.

Ah well -- 30-plus years is a pretty good run for something like that. *g* I drained all the water out into a baggie (I didn't want that glitter going down my drains), then set him back up o the shelf to take some pictures to remember it by:

one wizard, slightly damp )

So now he is gone, alas, after probably protecting the heck out of my space for all these years. <3
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Still sorting away at the zines (it takes a while - I'm a packrat, it's hard to let things go!). Tonight was sorting through Pros printouts - circuit stories I'd copied (or printed off, if I got them via Proslib) and put in binders. I'd actually done a purge of these five years ago as well, clearing out a lot of the random stuff I'd kept. But I still had a pile left.

Some of them were easy to put into the recycling bag, because they're online now - Of Tethered Goats and Tigers, Rediscovered in a Graveyard, Suitable Gravity. There are a few that aren't online (or that I only have txt files for) that I can't quite bring myself to recycle - The Die Is Cast; Kind Hearts; a whole slew of Meg Lewtan historicals that I adore for their unabashed, unashamed wallowiness.

Then I found a whole stack of loose paper, and thought I'd missed something in the first round of purging - this had to be about 25 stories that I'd meant to recycle.

Except not so much. It was a two-inch, two-pound, double-sided stack of a single story: Waiting to Fuck Fall.

I didn't even remember that I had this; I know I never ordered it through the Circuit Library, never made my own copy. And this copy looks like it was created at different times - different paper, different toner quality, etc. I think I inherited it from [personal profile] the_shoshanna when she moved to Canada. (Shoshanna, do you remember? Was this yours?)

I never read it on paper; I wasn't kidding about the two inches and the two pounds. That was a lot of loose paper to contend with, and I just never got up the gumption, especially since I'd largely begun drifting away from Pros. I did eventually read it - online, when it got put up a year or two back. (Yeah, never think to yourself, "Oh, I know it's long, but maybe just the first few paragraphs to see what it's like, and then someday I'll get around to the whole thing..." unless you're willing to lose an entire weekend -- it's 350,000 words.)

Thing is, I'm never going to read this paper copy. It's loose, the quality isn't great in many places, it's hard to hold and read; I like paperback-sized things for reading these days (and preferably nice clear print). If I ever want to read it offline, I'll put it on my Kindle, where it will weigh a few ounces and fit neatly in my hand, and where the cat can't accidentally destroy the pagination by chasing a dust mote across it, and where I can resize the font when my eyes get tired.

I should recycle it.

But. What a piece of Pros history, this cobbled-together printout, passed from fan to fan! Maybe I should put it in the donate pile. (Although then some poor archivist will have to deal with it. *g*)
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I am awash in nostalgia right now. I'm sorting through some old zines with an eye to selling and/or donating a bunch of them, and came across my copy of Twogether, the Due South zine that was the sequel to Two, both put out by IIBNF Press.

Due South was my first real zine fandom, such as it was; my first zines were ST:TOS, but I only had a handful, bought used out of a box at a dealer's room at an SF convention back in the mid-80s.

But after I got online and found FK fandom (omg people other than me watched FK! and taped it! and talked about it! *\o/*), I found out about DS fandom. I'd been watching DS since the pilot movie, and loved it, and was over the moon to realize it had a fandom. It even had a slash fandom!

It even had slash ZINES. omg.

So somewhere around 1995, I ordered my first-ever brand-new zine. I'm pretty sure it was Cry Wolf, from Ann O'Neill in England. I had to wrap up my cash very carefully to mail it off, and I had no idea if it'd made it until a month or two later, when suddenly there was a package for me, with a digest-sized zine full of Fraser/Ray stories. A (tiny) book of Fraser/Ray stories! It was to swoon.

I was hooked. I bought the next Cry Wolf, and two volumes of Pack Mates, all from England, and hey all of a sudden, I was a real zine fan! I had a collection.

And then Bernice advertised Two, and I bought it, and wow. It was amazing. Twice as thick as the Pack Mates zines, beautifully laid out, chock full of stories, like my old ST zines. I was still very much in my fannish honeymoon phase, and read pretty much anything and thought it was all good, but my memory of that zine is that it was aces. I mean - how can a zine with fuzzy stickers of moose in it not be awesome? (I'm not kidding. Random fuzzy stickers. I loved that zine so much.)

It even inspired me to write my first-ever LOC to a zine; I'd sent comments to online writers before, but I'd learned that part of the deal with zines was that if you read one, you were supposed to send a LOC. So after I finished it, I wrote... the stupidest LOC ever. *g* I had no idea what I was doing!

And it's not that I remember writing the stupidest LOC ever; I'd completely forgotten that I LOCed the zine, and if I had remembered, I probably would have thought that I wrote something reasonably coherent and useful.

But (here's where I tie in the first paragraph) tonight, when I looked at my copy of Twogether - the sequel to Two, remember? - I flipped through it to the back, where the letters of comment were, and there's my name. omg. (I had the same omg reaction when I got the zine, thinking back; for some reason, I hadn't expected the letters to be printed. *facepalm* I'd thought Bernice would just pass the feedback along to the authors. Total newbie, me.)

None of which is what triggered this post.

What triggered this post was looking at the other letters, and having a jawdrop moment. See, some of the names in there I remember from back then. Most I don't. Three in particular, I don't.

One right after the other, I saw letters from [personal profile] sakana17, [personal profile] sherrold, and [personal profile] movies_michelle -- all women I became friends with a few years later via other fandom means, and whom I'm still friends with. (*waves!*) And there we all were, sitting in the same LOC column together in 1997, in a zine printed in Australia and shipped halfway 'round the world.

I really love seeing how far back fannish connections actually go. <3

(Also, man, DS was some kind of mega-vector. Freakish.)

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