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Photos from the first (debateably) Science Fiction Convention, Leeds, 1937.

This was linked on BoingBoing the other day and, while it is a bit of fannish history and you all know how I love fannish history, I read it right after reading GetKempt and all I could think was check out those GQ motherfuckers. Geek Chic, baby: it never goes out of style.

You rock those waistcoats, golden age boys; you rock them hard.

In other fannish news, for the love of Om, someone help me. I was linked to a brief news article about Big Finish doing an audio called The Five Companions and I desperately want to buy it from them and I can't figure the hell out how. Or even if I can without buying some kind of subscription. All I want is the Five Companions!

WHY AM I SO INEPT AT WEBSITES.

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I just worked my way through a file of twenty-five magazine, newspaper, and online journal subscriptions that my team uses. Among these were three different emails being used as account holder emails, four different credit cards on file, thirteen incorrect account numbers, and five different names listed as account holders.

Now all but one of them (motherfucking Barron's) come to Sam Starbuck, with my work email, phone number, and company credit card listed under the payment information. The spreadsheet that resulted from all this work is immensely satisfying.

Yesterday was a Day Of Hats; I got a bear hat in the mail from Jean, and my replacement Dalek Hat arrived from Marion. She calls it Dalek Voldemort because I asked for red eyelights this time. Between the hat, my red and grey striped gloves, and my grey scarf, I'm rocking the Evil Genius palette.

(When I want to change it up I wear the Dalek Hat, Green Lantern gloves, and Dr. Watson scarf, for ultimate fannishness.)