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@thefishcrow I'm not quite sure it's a good thing, 'cause it's about the shitshow that RF became in its final year, but it's traffic, right? All exposure is good exposure? =n.n=

@kelseyhusky The RF2016 postmortem, linked from http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/TroubledProduction/Other, under "Conventions." =x.x=

tfw you discover a link to one of your blog posts has been immortalized on TVTropes.

@drwho Oh, that is awesome. I would love to hear more about this!

My friend Ocean Tigrox, the podcaster behind Fangs and Fonts, was one of the writers at RAWR this year, so naturally he ended up recording a podcast at the retreat. Two, in fact: one before, one after. You should check 'em out, 'cause I'm in 'em, as well as five other really awesome authors:

http://fangsandfonts.com/ep-75-pre-rawr/
http://fangsandfonts.com/ep-76-post-rawr/

Shout-out to my classmates Ocean, T.J. Minde, Significant Otter, Ryft Sarri, and NightEyes DaySpring!
#writing
#podcasting
#RAWR

@lanodan_cf@computerfairi.es @asonix@asonix.dog print OUT "awoo\n";

@RealPoptartBear Oops!

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Oops! All Genders!™

@irisjaycomics 🥚

@shekkiesqueaks@computerfairi.es The Federated Mafia are onto you. And @Gargron is their Masto-Don.

Anyway, here's Wndrwll.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9HUyHmLFzA

#pooptoot

If Uncle Sam must die so that the Mother of Exiles can live, well... I've seen worse transition narratives in my time. It takes some of us longer to get here than others, but what matters is that we get here eventually.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

-- New Colossus, the poem on the Statue of Liberty

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.