Vive Eggbug!
Sep. 29th, 2024 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lb_leeToday, we went to an offline wake for the soon-to-be-defunct website Cohost. I admit, when I came out, I wasn't sure anyone else would even be there, but imagine the surprise when I found roughly three dozen people!
It was an experience unlike anything we had been to. People brought brownies and stickers and stamps to share. There was a big sign for the Eggbug Fan Club; we drew a heart on it. (Passerby peered at us with curiosity. What were we, some sort of performance art? A joke? A cult?) Everyone wore a mask. We talked about the things we loved about Cohost, and what we were planning to do next, and swapped contact info. There was a feeling of camaraderie and celebration, even as we expressed sadness at the site's soon-to-be passing. But there was a sense of forward movement, a sense that things would be okay, and that we could build into better things, using skills we'd learned (or been inspired to learn) from Cohost.
I was a lurker on Cohost. Exactly two people knew I was on it at all, and one of them was at the wake. (The other are friends on here.) I didn't have an account for very long, and I never said anything of importance on there. But it made me realize just how an incredibly hostile Internet has warped my behavior, even though I haven't had much trouble in years.
Cohost made me think: hey, what if I STOPPED acting like a soldier who never came back from the war? What if I STOPPED writing like my primary audience are rabid wolverines and not decent people? What if I tried to embody Cohost's values and help make my little corner of the Internet a warmer, friendlier place?
Cohost may soon be gone, but the spirit of Eggbug never dies! VIVE EGGBUG!
It was an experience unlike anything we had been to. People brought brownies and stickers and stamps to share. There was a big sign for the Eggbug Fan Club; we drew a heart on it. (Passerby peered at us with curiosity. What were we, some sort of performance art? A joke? A cult?) Everyone wore a mask. We talked about the things we loved about Cohost, and what we were planning to do next, and swapped contact info. There was a feeling of camaraderie and celebration, even as we expressed sadness at the site's soon-to-be passing. But there was a sense of forward movement, a sense that things would be okay, and that we could build into better things, using skills we'd learned (or been inspired to learn) from Cohost.
I was a lurker on Cohost. Exactly two people knew I was on it at all, and one of them was at the wake. (The other are friends on here.) I didn't have an account for very long, and I never said anything of importance on there. But it made me realize just how an incredibly hostile Internet has warped my behavior, even though I haven't had much trouble in years.
Cohost made me think: hey, what if I STOPPED acting like a soldier who never came back from the war? What if I STOPPED writing like my primary audience are rabid wolverines and not decent people? What if I tried to embody Cohost's values and help make my little corner of the Internet a warmer, friendlier place?
Cohost may soon be gone, but the spirit of Eggbug never dies! VIVE EGGBUG!
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Date: 2024-09-30 12:51 am (UTC)I'm glad it was a good time!
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Date: 2024-09-30 03:02 am (UTC)no meets anywhere near kossai , and would not be able anyway , but happy to know cohost uplift :)
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Date: 2024-10-03 09:06 pm (UTC)Welcome to Dreamwidth! :D
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