...I guess 1993 *was* a while ago.
Jan. 4th, 2013 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bironicHoly crow, you guys. This week marks the twentieth anniversary of the U.S. premiere of Deep Space Nine. How did all that time pass so fast?
I remember watching the pilot in my parents' bedroom when I was 11, rapt, and feeling absolutely bereft at the final zoom-out shot of the station when I was 18. My preadolescence was saturated with and remains inextricable from the series - crushes first on Odo and then Bashir (and half the Cardassians), obsession with the characters and plot arcs, appreciation for the complicated morality. Heart-shaped cutouts from fan magazines, VHS tapes, tie-in novels, posters, trips to museum exhibits, you name it. I had grown up on Trek, but DS9 was the only one of the first four series that I watched "live" from beginning to end. I had these vivid dreams and daydreams for years until the Vampire Chronicles supplanted them when I turned 15 or 16. To this day, no fannish experiences have been as intense.
My first long fic/Mary Sue story was a DS9 one, 44,000 words when I was in high school, and while my writing has improved in the years since then, my desire to play around in that universe hasn't changed. How appropriate that after a months-long dry spell, I started adding to the latest WIP this week (4,700 words and counting! stay tuned!). And rewatching some season two eps. I remember that when the DVD sets finally came out, the ambient station noises started playing on the menu screen and it brought tears of nostalgia to my eyes, like coming home. It's still comforting to keep on in the background in my apartment.
Here are some occasional links that are not so me-centric:
(Oh, the things I will do that are not finishing my Festivid.)
I remember watching the pilot in my parents' bedroom when I was 11, rapt, and feeling absolutely bereft at the final zoom-out shot of the station when I was 18. My preadolescence was saturated with and remains inextricable from the series - crushes first on Odo and then Bashir (and half the Cardassians), obsession with the characters and plot arcs, appreciation for the complicated morality. Heart-shaped cutouts from fan magazines, VHS tapes, tie-in novels, posters, trips to museum exhibits, you name it. I had grown up on Trek, but DS9 was the only one of the first four series that I watched "live" from beginning to end. I had these vivid dreams and daydreams for years until the Vampire Chronicles supplanted them when I turned 15 or 16. To this day, no fannish experiences have been as intense.
My first long fic/Mary Sue story was a DS9 one, 44,000 words when I was in high school, and while my writing has improved in the years since then, my desire to play around in that universe hasn't changed. How appropriate that after a months-long dry spell, I started adding to the latest WIP this week (4,700 words and counting! stay tuned!). And rewatching some season two eps. I remember that when the DVD sets finally came out, the ambient station noises started playing on the menu screen and it brought tears of nostalgia to my eyes, like coming home. It's still comforting to keep on in the background in my apartment.
Here are some occasional links that are not so me-centric:
- http://www.startrek.com/article/ds9s-emissary-at-20-an-appreciation
- http://io9.com/5973009/how-star-trek-deep-space-nine-helped-to-invent-everything-you-love (although a lot of it doesn't seem to be true)
- http://io9.com/5937525/10-things-you-probably-didnt-know-about-star-trek-deep-space-nine (or at least a few, anyway. Aero-cow!)
(Oh, the things I will do that are not finishing my Festivid.)
