I love the smell of fanzines in the morning

Well, the completion of my article has opened the floodgates, and suddenly it feels as though we have a live fanzine on our hands. Ha! Typical self-centered narrative. It was actually the arrival of the covers that conjured the contents. I love the way that the identity of a fanzine takes shape as the material trickles in, like the assembly of separate body parts gradually producing the sensitive soul of Frankenstein's monster.

Also, every time I type the tag "chunga" here, auto-complete offers "chuang tzu" as a possibility along the way, and I am reminded of that obscure Taoist master of fandom, Chunga Zut, whom I must write about at some point. I've got a false start somewhere called "Egobooboo". Possibly it's one of those things that's best left as a title and byline referred to in passing in an article about something else entirely.