It’s rummage sale season again. This politically incorrect tee-shirt (black, size XL, Hanes 100% cotton, very lightly used) was one of my finds. Not being a grandpa or having pretty granddaughters, I’m giving it away. I’ll give it away at the end of the day this coming Wednesday, June 6. If I get multiple requests, they’ll go into a hat and I’ll draw the winner’s name. Want it? Let me know in comments. Please use a real email address (unless you know for sure I already have a working addy for you) so I’ll know how to find you.
Author: Claire
We made it. YOU made it fantastic. The fundraiser is now over and despite a couple of nail-biting weeks in the middle, it was a roaring success. Best ever. Beyond mere words. Number of donors: 65 — including five who donated twice, one who donated three times, and four or five suffering financial hardship who I didn’t think would be able to donate at all. Total donated: $6,088 in the regular fundraiser + an anonymous match of $5,200. Total: $11,288. Stunning. Largest donation: $5,200 — from Anonymous Wonderman, who had promised to match all other donations up to the original…
I’m running late this morning (as you probably already figured). I have errands to take care of and won’t make a real post until near midday, PDT. Watch for links and the ultimate fundraiser tally. BUT. I can end the suspense now. Yes, we not only had a thermometer-busting success, but as of this morning, we made it over $6k. (The contribution wasn’t exactly fundraiser-connected, but what the heck; it popped in while I was still drinking my morning tea, so I figure that counts as arriving last night.) Back in a few hours with actual content. In the meantime…
One of the sorrows of living in the “everything is terrorism” era is the dearth, almost the death, of monkeywrenching opportunities. The harmless prank of the 1990s has become the terroristic threat of the 21st century. Still, monkeywrenching can never die, and one perfect (and perfectly charming) opportunity exists, particularly for you who are forced to live among the politically correct and the worst sorts of social-justice pecksniffery. That opportunity lies in the previously humble, unassuming pronoun. You know: he, she, his, hers, its, they, theirs. —– Now, before I get pitchforked to death by the urban mob, I must…
Over at the Cabal forums we’ve been discussing a couple of related issues: being as prepared as possible before moving ahead with plans; and why people make choices to live in seemingly crazy places — like that one that’s now disappearing in lava in Hawaii. I took not the hard-hard line, but also not the softline on being prepared for what you’re getting into. Sometimes you just have to take a leap, but such leaps are best taken once you’ve thought things out and learned what you can learn. That pulled me back to a moment I’d prefer not to…