Seconded. Plus, if you’re not worried about getting published, you don’t have to write publishable things. …. I and my terrible co-op fanfic will be over here.

I wouldn’t think a fiber-geared stomach would really do meat, though.

You can never tell, it’s always out of tune.

You will never get that burr back right.

…. How do you, like, ignore the clots? Those would freak me the hell out.

The honor of “winning with heinously outdated equipment” goes to the Night Witches.

There’s always a reason for ban lists.

Man, forget the rose (okay, the black rosebuds are cool), I googled it and the history is amazing! Okay, a little f’ed up, but fascinating.

LOL I avoid most of my adult relatives. The current generations aren’t as messed up as some of the previous ones, mostly thanks to the World’s Crankiest Uncle being a saint and raising five younger siblings like his own children, but we’re all our own brands of messed up. (Pretty sure he was just cranky due to the amount you have to work to support five siblings and four kids at the same go.)

Connections. It’s hosted by James Burke, which might help the search for it.

Dude, you should *see* the fursuit dryers some people have rigged up. The need to maintain the fursuit they slaved away how knows how many hours at minimum wage for will turn an isolated nineteen-year-old from Godknowswhere, Alabama into a goddamn engineer.

There’s a reason fursuit cleaner and Febreze are a big thing. Few things that aren’t some kind of protective gear trap you with your own B.O. quite as effectively as a fursuit. Those folks are crazy dedicated to that kind of cosplay, y’all.