My favorite popslash memories (for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
turps)
Oh, popslash… After a lifetime of being fannish, from reading comic books and flailing about Star Wars as a teen to falling gratefully into the Bronze as a thirtysomething mother who wasn't supposed to be watching anything like Buffy, I have no idea why I dove headlong into fic based on boybands, but my goodness, I so did. My flist/circle is still stacked with the lovely people I met there and my fiction writing brain, the part that had hidden itself away from college onward, came alive there and has never stopped. ♥
If I had to tease out my favorite moments, they would start with how much crazy fun it was to trade footage, burning and copying and sending concert footage and MMC clips and MTV bits to and fro all over the world. (Pre-youtube fandom was a marvel.) And concert calls! Getting those random cell phone calls in the middle of the night where nobody said anything but JC's voice came floating out of the ether, live and so much more gorgeous than on any studio recording, was such a treat. (Now, I suppose we could do facetime calls and get video, too, if the dratted man would ever go out and sing again.) On the personal front, I will never not clap with glee at how we dragged so much printed-out fic to Chicago that Lex had to buy an extra backpack to truck it all home with her. Or then there was the totally disbelieving look on D's face as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
withdiamonds and I unpacked all the swag hammerhead22 managed to pack into a single box for us. (oh, god, the swag—I still have a giant box of all the *n-junk that came out of the Great Popslash Era. I can't bear to get rid of it, even if I have no earthly idea what I'm going to do with all the stickers and notebooks and watches and I don't even know what else.)
So, yeah: bootleg .wmv files and fic and swag, all wrapped up in friendship and squee—that really does sum up popslash for me. :D
turps)Oh, popslash… After a lifetime of being fannish, from reading comic books and flailing about Star Wars as a teen to falling gratefully into the Bronze as a thirtysomething mother who wasn't supposed to be watching anything like Buffy, I have no idea why I dove headlong into fic based on boybands, but my goodness, I so did. My flist/circle is still stacked with the lovely people I met there and my fiction writing brain, the part that had hidden itself away from college onward, came alive there and has never stopped. ♥
If I had to tease out my favorite moments, they would start with how much crazy fun it was to trade footage, burning and copying and sending concert footage and MMC clips and MTV bits to and fro all over the world. (Pre-youtube fandom was a marvel.) And concert calls! Getting those random cell phone calls in the middle of the night where nobody said anything but JC's voice came floating out of the ether, live and so much more gorgeous than on any studio recording, was such a treat. (Now, I suppose we could do facetime calls and get video, too, if the dratted man would ever go out and sing again.) On the personal front, I will never not clap with glee at how we dragged so much printed-out fic to Chicago that Lex had to buy an extra backpack to truck it all home with her. Or then there was the totally disbelieving look on D's face as
withdiamonds and I unpacked all the swag hammerhead22 managed to pack into a single box for us. (oh, god, the swag—I still have a giant box of all the *n-junk that came out of the Great Popslash Era. I can't bear to get rid of it, even if I have no earthly idea what I'm going to do with all the stickers and notebooks and watches and I don't even know what else.)So, yeah: bootleg .wmv files and fic and swag, all wrapped up in friendship and squee—that really does sum up popslash for me. :D
