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Sunday, September 13, 2009

A POST ABOUT AN ISSUE OF INTERZONE THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT ISSUE OF INTERZONE. SORT OF.

Found this in a junk-shop for a quid a few days ago.

Nice Ian Miller cover.




It's made me ask all sorts of inner questions about why I should be more excited about finding this for a quid less than it cost when it came out, than buying a brand new issue. I mean, Rudy Rucker was in a recent ish. So why didn't I buy that one?

*sound of neurones shorting out*

I don't think it's entirely a nostalgia thing as I wasn't really that fussed about buying IZ in the 80s - apart from the odd issue here and there. And I'm not exactly a fan of Kim Newman's, erm, oeuvre.

I think that maybe the idea of finding things - stumbling on things unexpectedly - comes into play sometimes, tho I'm not entirely satisfied by that answer. There are almost certainly some other factors that I haven't quite figured out.

Lately, I've found that I enjoy finding certain objects more than the objects themselves. Possibly a minor endorphin or serotonin rush here - like some people get when they shoplift or go on a credit-card spree. Perhaps this is why I find buying things on the internet such a hollow experience lol. Sometimes I'll wait years to 'find' a copy of a certain LP rather than just click on a tab on a screen and get it two days later. I'm a fucking saddo, I know, but it seems a bit...I dunno...

The hunting, the browsing and the crate-digging are part of the fun, I suppose. The wandering around in zombie-browse-mode interspersed with sudden bursts of "oh, what's that?" I could spend all day doing it, to be honest; tho I have to be in exactly the right mood. I like losing myself. The Drift. That's another part of it too, maybe.

I'm possibly 'replaying' something here - but not quite sure what.

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