Rampant fangirlism

Sunday before last I was woken up by a phone call from my second sis Flowermoonfish. Somehow we ended up chatting about Terry Pratchett and I told her about the copy of Good Omens EK gave me for Christmas. She said that "six of my friends went to fangirl ["fangirl" as a verb] him every day, and they said he told them that he and Pratchett were thinking about another collaboration."

Then last Tuesday, my copy of Wired magazine arrived. There happened to be a story about how the growth of his fanbase is driven by 13 to 25-year-old females (The Gamines Love Gaiman, Wired 14.04), and as soon as I hit this line, I cracked up:

"But I do know that when I got to Singapore to do a reading, there were 600 teenage girls waiting."

Couldn't resist sending Wired an email with the story. See if they print it.

Wired really is my favourite techy magazine now. I liked Popular Science as a kid, but it's a bit too middle-aged hobbyist - too many ads for pheromones, sex enhancers, and model rockets - and also has a flavour of right-wing militant. (They like things that go boom to the point where it's scary. I have nothing against things that go boom as long as they're in the hands of, say, university people and not the world's biggest military.)