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I spent a good chunk of today being cranky at people being Wrong on the Internet, and wanting to tell them how they're wrong and to maybe stop doing that.

Then [personal profile] movies_michelle posted to say that for Sandy Herrold's birthday today it would be great if people would post recs of things: "Post a rec of something, anything, you enjoyed today, whether it was a story, vid, photo, meme, discussion, whatever. Whether it's new or old. If you've been meaning to go back and leave a comment on a story, go do it now, even if it's just to say "Love this!"" And really that sounds like a much more constructive use of my time. (Even though Snady would totally have agreed that Those People Are Wrong On The Internet *g*)

So have a couple of things!

First, if you're not reading [personal profile] morgandawn's fanlove posts, you should be, because they're wonderful. Today's installment was a set of quotes from fanzine publishers back in the day, talking about dealing with print shops who perforce saw the (often explicit) artwork and stories in the zines. I wasn't involved in fandom back then, really, but roughly 2000-ish I watched a friend carefully pick a local printer by means of spotting the gay pride poster in their window and deciding they could probably deal with the slash zine she was putting together. I was grinning my head off at [personal profile] morgandawn's post.

Second, as I've had Maru on my mind lately (he has a new kitten friend! Named Hana!), have a Maru story:
[ I succeeded in crawling into the breast of my big boss! ] (1693 words) by miss_pryss
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: I Am Maru
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Maru, Harry (I Am Maru)
Summary:

[ Hello, I am hedgehog of the newcomer.
My name is Harry.
What a big you are!
I follow you forever. ]

Harry the stuffed hedgehog toy adores his "boss" - Maru the cat, of cardboard box fame - but Maru hardly seems to notice him. When Harry finds himself in terrible trouble, will Maru come through for his most devoted toy at last? Warning: various profanities uttered by a pot of cat grass.



And one more while I'm here, for a fandom that started up too late for Snady, but I think would have loved. This is a lovely h/c POI story:
Random Access Memory (4504 words) by Xparrot
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harold Finch & Nathan Ingram, Harold Finch & John Reese
Characters: Harold Finch, Nathan Ingram, John Reese
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Fevers, Angst, Smarm, Friendship, Present Tense, (possibly to be jossed) backstory, adventures at MIT, Reese can read too, as well as cook breakfast
Summary:

"You're running a fever of 104," Nathan says.



Happy birthday, Snady. ♥
arduinna: a photo of Earth from Mercury orbit distance, with the caption "You Are Here" (perspective)
This is not a post about Sandy, even though right now she's touching almost everything I'm doing and thinking. I'm still trying to find a way to say something about her, and how hugely important she was and is to me, and how much I miss her already, and the big huge sinkhole that opened up in fandom when she died.

So last night, to distract myself a bit from everything, I watched an old Mythbusters ep I'd never seen that my tivo brought me, where they debunk the idea that the NASA moon landing was a hoax. And it was good, watching them bust conspiracy theory "proof" after "proof", in concrete, provable ways that are just nifty.

(Like, Earth sand/dirt/grit particles are all rounded and worn down from being weathered for eons, while Moon dust particles are sharp-edged on accounta there's no weather there to weather them, so where dry Earth sand won't hold a footprint because there's nothing holding the rounded particles together, dry Moon dust totally will. Hence debunking the theory that Neil Armstrong's footprint in the moondust was faked, because dry dust won't hold a footprint like that. Hah.)

And then in the last few minutes of the ep, they go to an observatory (the Apache Point Observatory in New Mexico), and meet an astronomer there. She's a woman, which made me happy. And then the voiceover introduced her, as "one of the observatory's top docs -- Russet McMillan." And I hit pause on my tivo and just gaped.

I used to read a Russ(et) McMillan's stories, in a bunch of different fandoms, years back. This does not seem like a common name, to me. And this woman is fan-shaped, and fan-styled (long, loose hair, very casually styled, and wearing jeans and a comfortable jacket), and just generally has a vibe where if I saw her when I was at a con, I'd assume she was at the same con. But still -- what are the odds, right?

Pretty damn good, as it turns out.

There's a lot of ways to look at that, and most of them went through my head -- holy shit, a fan I used to interact with, at least a little bit, is a successful astronomer, zomg that is fantastic! And is on Mythbusters, how awesome is that! And she's just generally totally cool and competent and collected through the entire segment, which, go her. <3

But mostly what I was thinking, in the midst of feeling the loss of Sandy so much, was, wow, fandom and fans really are everywhere. We really do endure, and we pop up in the most unexpected places at the most unexpected times.

I have no idea if Russet's still fannish; her stories are still up, but it doesn't look like she's written in years. (ETA: I'm told she's not only still fannish, but still attending Escapade, which makes me really happy to hear.) But she's still a part of my fannish history; she wrote in more than half a dozen fandoms that I was in at the same time as her, so I saw her name all over the place back then.

It was weird and wonderful to stumble over her again, no matter how distantly, and strangely comforting.

clip from the show beneath the cut )

Fans, man. Fans are awesome. ♥
arduinna: a tarot-card version of Linus from Peanuts, carrying a lamp as The Hermit (Default)
Sandy Herrold -- [personal profile] sherrold, Media Cannibal, Clucking Belle, vidder, writer, reccer, and all-around amazing person -- has been battling cancer for some time, and it's not looking good at this point.

Even if you don't know Sandy personally, odds are that she's touched your life in fandom somehow. She's been a bright light at the center of my fannish experience almost since the day I arrived, open-hearted and generous, down to flying thousands of miles for a weekend to help teach someone to vid. Even when she's snarky or cranky or flat-out pissed off, Sandy always seems to be full of joy, deep and strong, and she lights up any room (and any fandom) she walks into as a result.

If you've ever wanted to tell her that you love her, or she made you laugh or think or cry, or she taught you about vids, or writing, or fandom, now would be a really good time.

[personal profile] movies_michelle has a bit more detail on what's going on and how to send cards or flowers, and where to send donations if you want to do that.

If you want to contribute to a bouquet or get a note to Sandy, [personal profile] talking_sock is going to be printing out notes from people before she flies out on Saturday; if Sandy isn't up for visitors, she'll leave the notes and flowers.

Please consider leaving a note even if you don't know her personally/directly. She should know how treasured she really is.
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