I am a simple sock, of odd design. I have been trapped in the dryer vent of fandom long enough to have seen trends—and people—come and go. Now, now. No sniggering over the "come and go," if you please.
Because I have been in my precarious position for so long, I have seen a lot of build up of lint and various other bits of loose trash. I have even collected a few quid worth of loose change. I'm not entirely prosperous, but I am merely a sock and my needs are simple.
If you choose to open the pages of this journal, you will find commentary on the state of fandom as I see it. Everything contained herein is merely the opinion of a single sock gathering lint. Should you choose to comment, be advised that I do not—nay, cannot—respond.