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Sometimes I cast my mind back to 1996, when I dropped out of college and started hanging out on the internet a lot, doing searches for things like "gay Star Trek." I don't feel all *that* much older than I was then (by which I mean I don't feel that much wiser).
But 21-year-old wee-unformed-slasher Heather, in the age of dancing hamsters, had no capacity to imagine that almost twenty years later, this would be a thing:
It's pretty cool, though. I'm going to play it for myself every time I grumble about the kids today with their kinkmemes and their Tumblrs and the lack of commitment they demonstrate via not hooking up two VCRs to mail boxes' worth of grainy VHS dubs to Australia, and how fandom is nothing like it used to be.
Nothing's ever like it used to be. And it's okay to miss 1996, and 1999, and 2003 -- or at least for values of "miss" that involve remembering how unspeakably grateful you are that you got to be there then.
But also, this is cool.
But 21-year-old wee-unformed-slasher Heather, in the age of dancing hamsters, had no capacity to imagine that almost twenty years later, this would be a thing:
It's pretty cool, though. I'm going to play it for myself every time I grumble about the kids today with their kinkmemes and their Tumblrs and the lack of commitment they demonstrate via not hooking up two VCRs to mail boxes' worth of grainy VHS dubs to Australia, and how fandom is nothing like it used to be.
Nothing's ever like it used to be. And it's okay to miss 1996, and 1999, and 2003 -- or at least for values of "miss" that involve remembering how unspeakably grateful you are that you got to be there then.
But also, this is cool.
