episode 118.5: state of the podcast, midseason 4
As we drift into midsummer night dreams, it remains only to give an accounting of the State of the Podcast before we take a semi-hiatus for the next several weeks. There are a couple episodes planned, but otherwise well see you on the airwaves again in m
Changeling the Podcast · Joshua HIllerup and Pooka Gar
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Show Notes
As we drift into midsummer night dreams, it remains only to give an accounting of the State of the Podcast before we take a semi-hiatus for the next several weeks. There are a couple episodes planned, but otherwise we'll see you on the airwaves again in mid-August or thereabouts. In the meantime, we've got some data about listenership in the last six months, an update on the Changeling 30th Anniversary Project, some discussion of upcoming episodes, and the nervosa in the room: the rumors around Changeling 5th Edition. Is that enough to keep things tidy until our return? We hope so...!
Stay cool in the summer heat (or warm if you are in the winter half of the planet), and in the idle times, feel free to reach out to us at one of our usual haunts:
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your hosts
Josh Hillerup (any pronoun) finds the word "swelter" to be most unseemly in mixed company. Pooka G (any pronoun/they) doesn't sweat, but instead slowly evaporates into pitiful and rainbow-hued wisps of steam.
...and at last one morning the diffident and delaying dog-rose stepped delicately on the stage, and one knew, as if string music has announced it in stately chords that strayed into a gavotte, that June at last was here. —Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows