Updates

So, a couple of updates. The podcast, for the time being, is on hiatus. It may or may not come back. That's for a few reasons:
1) I haven't had anything I've really wanted to say for a while, and with this long of a gap my audience has probably shrunk.
2) Part of my hopes for it was to eventually start interviewing some other Transformers content creators, and I haven't had the nerve to do this yet
3) I've had nearly zero listener feedback, so I have no idea if I'm making anything that anyone else is interested in.
So if you have any feedback, comments, or whatever about the podcast, LET ME KNOW.

Next update: I'm broadening this blog a bit. It's still Transformers specific, but not every post will necessarily be fanfic. Like this one. If it's fanfic, it's the worst fanfic ever. When I have a few minor comments or something, you may see it here.

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