It's a long and self-indulgent sort of ramble you are asking for there.
Me me - I live in Philadelphia, PA (USA). That's halfway between New York City and Washington, D.C. - but even though it's fed by a major river/port and is fairly close to the Atlantic Ocean, it's almost impossible to get really quality seafood here. Even still, I love it here more than anything. We have lush green trees and a full four seasons. There's a full range of weather, with each kind edging towards just a bit too much before it swings to some other season.
I love to cook, and from my apartment everything is convenient. Within a block and a half there is a Supermarket (specializing in Latin and South American foods), a truck that sells produce out the back, an Asian grocer, an Halal market, and an Indian grocery. I grew up in the suburbs where you had to drive 15 minutes to get to a stop if you wanted to take public transit, but in the city I can *walk* to everything. I can walk to work! My father never had a commute that was shorter than a 30 minute drive.
I'm 30. I've always looked older than my age, but the gap of how much older I look is narrowing. I thought my appearance was distinctive until I went to conventions for Highlander and absolutely everyone looked exactly like me: short to average height, overweight, long red hair, and glasses.
Fannish-me: It's all my parents' fault. I came home from school and said, "So the kids are talking about this new show - it's called Star Trek." And my parents gasped and said, "They're remaking that? It can't ever be as good as the original!" So we watched all of the original show, joined Starfleet, and went to conventions. For my 11th birthday, we traveled three hours to see Leonard Nimoy.
I met my first ever boyfriend at a Star Trek Fan Club meeting. And I'm pretty sure I remember asking my mother to buy me a K/S fanzine at one point but that she refused to buy it for me.
Several years later, my father started watching a show on television called Highlander. My mother got sucked in. She sucked me in. She read fanfic, but only the funny stuff written by her internet friend. I still wasn't reading fanfic so much. My main fannish activity was finding every other film the actors had ever been in and watching that.
Then Lord of the Rings (with Harry Potter fandom following in close succession) happened and I started getting sucked into the land of fanfic. This mainly happened because I had a job with only enough work to keep me busy a quarter of the time I had to sit around working. I'd been killing time with webcomics and online games, but those turned out to be too flashy and just too blatant... so then I discovered that fanfic came with black text on a white background, so it looked rather responsible, and the porn kept me awake at my desk better than caffeine. Thus began the addiction.
I got into SGA fandom through rather forceful means. A friend(Z) of a friend(L) was visiting friend(L) and was trying very hard to pimp her into SGA by means of the pushing-Rodney-off-a-balcony scene. Friend(L), however, was just in the fresh flush of discovering anime fandom and her eyes were already too full of stars to see the new shiny. I, on the other hand, was not averse to slutting around. There's nothing sexier about a fandom than someone else truly in love with it. So friend(Z) ended up pulling up IMDB and extolling the virtues of one David Hewlett, to which my responses were, "Nope," "Never seen that," "Never heard of that," "Nope," "Sorry," "I think I watched that once on bad late night television, but I don't remember who was the architect," "Nope" -- and then, "Oh my GOD! I know that show! That movia is coming to the Philadelphia Gay and Lesbian Film Festival! That's a GAY movie!"
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Me me -
I live in Philadelphia, PA (USA). That's halfway between New York City and Washington, D.C. - but even though it's fed by a major river/port and is fairly close to the Atlantic Ocean, it's almost impossible to get really quality seafood here. Even still, I love it here more than anything. We have lush green trees and a full four seasons. There's a full range of weather, with each kind edging towards just a bit too much before it swings to some other season.
I love to cook, and from my apartment everything is convenient. Within a block and a half there is a Supermarket (specializing in Latin and South American foods), a truck that sells produce out the back, an Asian grocer, an Halal market, and an Indian grocery. I grew up in the suburbs where you had to drive 15 minutes to get to a stop if you wanted to take public transit, but in the city I can *walk* to everything. I can walk to work! My father never had a commute that was shorter than a 30 minute drive.
I'm 30. I've always looked older than my age, but the gap of how much older I look is narrowing. I thought my appearance was distinctive until I went to conventions for Highlander and absolutely everyone looked exactly like me: short to average height, overweight, long red hair, and glasses.
Fannish-me:
It's all my parents' fault. I came home from school and said, "So the kids are talking about this new show - it's called Star Trek." And my parents gasped and said, "They're remaking that? It can't ever be as good as the original!" So we watched all of the original show, joined Starfleet, and went to conventions. For my 11th birthday, we traveled three hours to see Leonard Nimoy.
I met my first ever boyfriend at a Star Trek Fan Club meeting. And I'm pretty sure I remember asking my mother to buy me a K/S fanzine at one point but that she refused to buy it for me.
Several years later, my father started watching a show on television called Highlander. My mother got sucked in. She sucked me in. She read fanfic, but only the funny stuff written by her internet friend. I still wasn't reading fanfic so much. My main fannish activity was finding every other film the actors had ever been in and watching that.
Then Lord of the Rings (with Harry Potter fandom following in close succession) happened and I started getting sucked into the land of fanfic. This mainly happened because I had a job with only enough work to keep me busy a quarter of the time I had to sit around working. I'd been killing time with webcomics and online games, but those turned out to be too flashy and just too blatant... so then I discovered that fanfic came with black text on a white background, so it looked rather responsible, and the porn kept me awake at my desk better than caffeine. Thus began the addiction.
I got into SGA fandom through rather forceful means. A friend(Z) of a friend(L) was visiting friend(L) and was trying very hard to pimp her into SGA by means of the pushing-Rodney-off-a-balcony scene. Friend(L), however, was just in the fresh flush of discovering anime fandom and her eyes were already too full of stars to see the new shiny. I, on the other hand, was not averse to slutting around. There's nothing sexier about a fandom than someone else truly in love with it. So friend(Z) ended up pulling up IMDB and extolling the virtues of one David Hewlett, to which my responses were, "Nope," "Never seen that," "Never heard of that," "Nope," "Sorry," "I think I watched that once on bad late night television, but I don't remember who was the architect," "Nope" -- and then, "Oh my GOD! I know that show! That movia is coming to the Philadelphia Gay and Lesbian Film Festival! That's a GAY movie!"