Thoughts On Self-Publishing

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The Web is a strange place.

Years ago, if you were a writer, you jealously guarded your original ideas, looking for an agent, an editor, and a publisher to accept your work and put it out there, and hopefully you would gain fame and fortune for your efforts. You dreamed of the world knowing your name.

With the Internet, thousands of merdiocre hacks churn out millions of pages of piffle for free, hiding behind pseudonyms, and completely ruining the trade for the few good writers out there.


ON FURRIES: The Pot Calling The Kettle Cracked

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Most of us had a favorite stuffed animal growing up. Some of us still collect "plushies." They're cute, they're harmless, they provide comfort and remind us of our less-frantic and more innocent childhood.

So why do so many people get totally freaked out by the idea of guys going to conventions and parading around town while dressed up like gigantic stuffed animals?

What's wrong with "Furries?"


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