It is hard to parse "heh" into a compliment. If anyone can do it, though, it is me. Faint praise is my very meat. I am damned to make these few words
in the hope that some brief contact will be made before the reader's attention skitters elsewhere.
This is why I choose these few words. They are only a hundred marchers in the long parade of human thought, but they may march up on a "heh" one day and trample it into a compliment. This is my hope.
These are my few words. There are a hundred of them, more or less, each of them heartfelt.
I am the Very Meta-Zen!
I have no idea what that means, but it sounds cool, so it is mine.
You bet, Deb, and a fab essay it is, too, but Kat & Lori didn't meet each other because of Buffy. I suspect there are folks in love out there who never would have met except for fandom activities and those might make a good essay.
They met because of Ani DiFranco fandom.
(edit: for Robin) Oh, the actual meeting coming through fandom? Right, different thing. Remember Penny B? She and Larry hooked up online; she was a Buffy fan, he wasn't. First meeting, he proved his love by showering her with Buffy-themed stuff.
They've been married six years this coming October. So, yeah, those stories are definitely out there.
True, Allyson, but not in YOUR fandom, if ya know what I mean. If you email "interview" Penny B and Lattu that Deb mentions, and any others you hear about, it could be an interesting piece and you could use other peoples' words to add to your word count. The subject matter may not do it for you, so,you know, only if it it's intriguing to you!
Oh, the actual meeting coming through fandom?
Hec and JZ met through b.org, and IIRC, their wedding cake had the monkeypants dialogue (mostly monologue) written on it in frosting.
I met D. because of b.org, but not until after Buffy was gone.
Sneaking in one more Comfort foods drabble.
Food is memory. French toast is Saturday morning cartoons at Nana and Papa’s house. Chinese food is hiding in the halls during a drama club meeting, trying to avoid the janitor seeing that we brought food into the school and him threatening to expel us for doing so. Del’s frozen lemonade is summer in a paper cup. Pizza is laughing and eating too much with friends after a long day of school. Mornings smell like a cup of freshly brewed tea. Family gatherings smell of coffee and anisette. Elderflower presse tastes like England and gelato of Italy. Pasta is love.
