So Retro

Tumblr Ello Instagram Twitter Facebook and yet this thing is still here.   Maybe some good ideas, maybe not, a zombie sleeping in a dark corner of the web waiting to be fed. 

What to do.

Start talking, I suppose.  

People throw around words like weather forecasts.  Better be careful.

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