*raises glass to another decade*

Thirty years ago today, my parents were finally getting some sleep after my inconveniently-timed birth and a day of getting used to having their first baby. Presumably I was also sleeping - I arrived at three-thirty in the morning which I imagine must have been tiring for me as well as my poor mother.

In addition, it was ten years ago today that I posted my first fanfic. It is far from the best thing I've ever written, but I'd be disappointed if I hadn't improved somewhat in a decade of practice. Not only am I incredulous that I have been active in fandom that long, I find it hard to believe that it's ten years since Marvel temporarily killed Cyclops.

Since then, I have met many fans both online and in RL, some of whom I travelled half way around the globe to meet. I have taken up vidding. I have run a ficathon that has caused an insane number of great crossovers to be written. I have watched a hell of a lot of TV. I have somehow been crowned queen of tentacle porn in a fandom I'm pretty sure I had never heard of when I started all this. What a long, strange trip it's been.

The way I see it, since I am hoping to live until I'm ninety, I have another sixty years of fandom to look forward to! I wonder what new fannish activities we will have come up with by then?