Wombat Rampant

Or, THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS
This is (to some extent) an expansion on yesterday's post about leaving fandom (or not).
It focuses on one of the aspects of SF fandom that was pretty much inherent in its founding and later expanded into areas that I doubt anyone in First Fandom ever considered back in the long-lost Golden Age of 1937-41.
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I thought I'd be more tired than I was today, but I wasn't...however, it's finally catching up with me. I think all the brain sweat I spent on bank reconciliations today and the previous post sucked all the energy out of me, leaving just enough to nuke a few hot dogs and get laundry going.

Long chat with jamestrainor last night about family stuff. He surprised the hell out of me by offering me his EVE account, and I still don't know what I'm going to do with it. (I know, I know, x up for ops. :condi:)