Overheads
Or, Return of the Honesty Box.
With domain renewal looming, along with umpteen other behind-the-scenes expenses, now seems a good time to remind patrons that where you are right now is made possible by the kindness of strangers. If you’d like to ensure this place exists a while longer, and remains ad-free, there are three buttons below the fold with which to monetise any love. Debit and credit cards are accepted.
If what happens here is of value, this is a chance to show it.
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It’s what keeps this place here.
For newcomers wishing to know more about what’s been going on here for close to nineteen years, in over 3,500 posts and hundreds of thousands of comments, the Reheated series is a pretty good place to start – in particular, the end-of-year summaries, which convey the fullest flavour of what it is we do. A sort of blog concentrate. If you like what you find there… well, there’s lots more of that.
Do take a moment to poke through the discussion threads too. The posts are intended as starting points, not full stops, and the comments are where much of the good stuff is waiting to be found. And do please join in.
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Oh, and consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Lookee, buttons.
Now I’m feelin’ the highs and ya feelin’ the lows
The beat starts gettin’ into your toes
Ya start poppin’ ya fingers and stompin’ your feet
And movin’ your body while you’re sittin’ in your seat
And then, damn, ya start doin’ the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rockin’ to the rhythm, shake your derrière
Ya rockin’ to the beat without a care
With the sureshot PINGS for the affair…
Am having trouble thinking of anything to bicker about.
…Unless somebody wants to bicker over how far left Aaron McGruder is. (See prior thread.) But I don’t really want to bicker over that either.