...No, wait, that's the other season. This is the season when I de-lurk and point out that applications for students and teachers for the
fandomhigh summer camp session are now open. (And applications for townsfolk -- who include my boy, older, questionably wiser, and slightly less eye-y -- are now always open.)It's crazy, sometimes cracky, sometimes dramatic, always brain-eating fun that sucks up your time (yes, this is where I've disappeared to) and fannish energy like a giant gravitational vortex caused by crossing over every fictional universe you can imagine, but don't take my word for it: the characters are pimping themselves. (They have to, since the whorehouse closed.)
