Well I haven't posted jack shit since FC so it's about time, and being a lazy ass, I will post what I wrote back then but never put up... or even really finished writing
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I must have started suiting too late. I've always feel like some sort of outcast in the headless lounges since most suiters seem to run in packs, and aren't terribly interested in talking to solo acts. It's like I've gone back to high school, and all the tall, handsome, charismatic males with their arm-hanging girlfriends (and expensive, designer fursuits) are holding court with their sycophants in the middle of the room, while non-popular folks like me quietly orbit.
I don't even bother with the headless lounge all that much. Then again, I never did. I'm there to perform in suit, not just sit around for hours in suit.
Very insightful post. Guess we're just growing older now. Those "good ol' times" are always... that, good memories of past events that tend to accumulate year after year, in a rapid succession of cons. Then they seem to be recalled with more and more loose details about space and time as they fade into blurry bits and pieces, here and there, in a not a very successful gathering of details, images, sounds and locations that hardly make sense, but left a permanent imprint in our memory and hearts.
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I for one do not mind the death of scritches. Scritchers often scritch the same spot for far too long!
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