That age meme

So it’s pretty hysterical to watch a certain someone on my dash talk about how old they are (for the record it looks to be mid-30s) and with the dinosaur comments falling swift and quick around her.

And I? Am half that again. I must be the birth of the sun or something by tumblr standards.

That said, if you wanna know would have blogged at age ‘X’ go ahead and hit me up in ask or reblog.

the three generations of fanfic:

helveticabrown:

freifraufischer:

scarimor:

webgeekist:

kayryn:

heymarauders:

livejournal, fanfiction.net and ao3
which one were you?

I guess I’m pre-generation or something. Before all these three, at the dawn of our kind, there were yahoo mailing lists and individual sites (R.I.P. Geocities.)

same.  the history of fanfiction does not start with any of these three sites.  It doesn’t even start with its predecessors.

I’m a generation or two before this and I’m just in my early 30s.

pre-internet; pre-word-processors:

fanzines in print, dutifully typed by loving fingers, caressed on the bus to school or work, photocopied for tuppence a page at the town library, sealed with a kiss in precious brown envelopes, posted with care and lickable stamps, conveyed by the romantic rhythm of the nightmail train to eager recipients, read by torchlight under the blankets.

Play by Mail (not email) RPing and print fanzines.

I’m waiting for someone to talk about how they used to have to hike 100 miles barefoot in the snow and fight off a sabre-tooth tiger so they could read fanfiction painted on cave walls in ochre pigments.

And then there’d be some miserable bastard standing outside the cave yelling “Your reed boat is not canon”