zomgsqueeCLANK!
Mar. 28th, 2007 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleI would like to think that I am not susceptible to acute fanboyism, that I can sort of play about with fandom, and not really get sucked into it. That I could go my entire life without ever penning a fanfic, or getting angry over an argument about the technical specifications of a fictional starship, or clamoring for a useless prop from the production of whatever, or treasuring an autograph.
And yet. When I look deep down into the oubliette of the shadow parts of my soul, down there at the bottom, there is a squeeing, mouthbreathing, pimply fanboy who desperately wants to own Neil Gaiman's ghetto-ass clacky keyboard. I'm gonna go check the cover on that oubliette right now.
And yet. When I look deep down into the oubliette of the shadow parts of my soul, down there at the bottom, there is a squeeing, mouthbreathing, pimply fanboy who desperately wants to own Neil Gaiman's ghetto-ass clacky keyboard. I'm gonna go check the cover on that oubliette right now.
