Once upon a time, there was a girl -- a girl with a podcast -- a monthly podcast of songs she was working on. It had been nearly a year since she'd started it up again, and she thought some decent stuff had come out of the year's effort. But lately, listenership hadn't been increasing; comments had been dropping off; it hadn't seemed like folks had cared that much about the new song, even though she thought it was at least as good as the stuff they'd ostensibly cared about in the past.
There was also a boy. And late one night, the girl was telling the boy about all this and wondering how it had come to be. And the boy asked her a question: "How are people supposed to find out about the podcast?" It was a good question, and, verily, the girl did not know the answer.
And, lo, it was totally the cutest thing ever, and the girl more or less melted into a pile of goo. The end.
(shoeboxtapes will be your best friend!)