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August 15, 2019

So, I think the order of my entry to furry was as follows:

1. Find a furcode in someone’s forum sig.

   Oh my aching bones.

   Shut up, you’re not that old, the internet just moves really fast. Besides, you don’t have bones.

2. Find a furcode decoder.

3. Find Captain Packrat’s page on furry.

4. Find Yerf!.

5. Make a dragon character.

6. This lasts three days. No one pays attention to me. Make a fox character.

7. Meet some furries on GovTeen (née Puberty101).

8. Start talking with furries on AIM.

9. Join FluffMUCK.

Ah yes, Fluff. May she rest in eternal solitude.

She’s not totally gone. I don’t think. I actually haven’t checked in a while.

I’m starting to doubt your commitment to nostalgia, here.

What would I gain from such?

You could go look in the park. You could go ride around in the Universe-in-a-Box. You could laston some folks, maybe.

Weirdly enough, of the people I would laston, I was finally reintroduced to a few not too long ago by, of all people, Zorin, head wiz of Fluff. Rela and GC. I was glad to see them doing well.

You were glad to see they were alive.

I was glad to see they were alive, yes. That was around the time I had found the obituary for Danny.

You could laston Marek.

I’m not sure I could take that.

Is that why you don’t want to connect?

It’s one reason. Nostalgia is only so much fun. It’s fun up until a certain extent, and then it becomes painful.

It’s fun up until you’re confronted with mortality and uncertainty. Danny died, and you don’t know if Marek’s alive.

Yeah.

It’s no longer fun, but it’s no less important.

Let’s talk about Margaras.

Not yet.

Danny’s passing was an abstract thing. Maragaras’ was much more immediate. Much more concrete and real.

Please.

Take your time.