Before we go any further: remember, if you find this behavior to be pathetically yet hilariously geeky, entertainingly sad, and/or usefully time-wasting of me, you can encourage my folly via hitting the tip jar.
Now. Onto the photos!
Continue reading And so begins the OGRE miniature painting process.
For no real reason except, well, there’s an item or two I’d like to pick up before the deadline hits and I need to teach myself that it’s OK to explicitly point out the tip jar from time to time.
I should not feel weird about rattling the tip jar for my hotel/airline flight to the RedState Gathering – after all, it’s not like I have an expense account for that – but I do.
Ach, well: rattle, rattle, rattle.
Not for me; for Neil. It costs him to host this site. The button below (and the one on the site bar) goes directly to the account that pays site fees.
Honestly, if it’s a choice between clicking on my PayPal button and clicking on the one above I’d prefer that you clicked the one above.
Which ends tomorrow, of course.
Hey, worth a shot.
It’s official: I’m doomed. Hit the tip jar so that I can flee to Argentin… well, that joke isn’t going to be funny any more for the GOP, is it? So hit the tip jar so that I can flee to Atlanta for the RS Gathering.
As found in this You Suck at Craigslist post.
Folks, I don’t have a clue – and if this is an euphemism, I don’t really want to know what it’s an euphemism for.
Moe Lane
PS: Tip jar. You never know when Maryland is going to end up following North Carolina’s lead.
‘Why did it have to be mind flayers?’ See also here, here, and here. On the other hand, it was always nice to see one in Nethack; once you killed it, eating it would raise your Intelligence score a point. Of course, hopefully you had on a helmet that would keep it from eating your brain down to Intelligence 3 first.
Why, yes, that link does lead to a download that will likewise eat your brain through the wonders of text-based nostalgia. You want that to happen again? No? Then hit the tip jar for the travel fund, and maybe it won’t.
Moo hoo bwah hah.
Unlike Neil, I will respond:
Speaking of idiots, Perez Hilton supposedly got beat up by Will.I.Am. And you can associate the term ‘idiot’ with the participants in any way that you like.
Moe Lane
PS: RS Gathering. Tip jar for travel fund. Etc, etc, etc.
Both Eugene Volokh of the Volokh Conspiracy and James Rummel of Chicago Boyz (via Instapundit) have weighed in on the Great Lefty Netroot Querulously Outstretched Hands Scandal – yes, the name needs work – and I thought that I’d just combine my commentary on both. First, Eugene was right to note that there’s something a little odd about demanding advertising from an organization just because you’re using them as a resource… oh, did I just type that out?
Silly me; that’s the dirty little secret that the Lefty blogs don’t really want to talk about (although Rummel will, and does). What the Online Left sells to its readership is relevance: at least, at the top levels – which is really the level that matters on that side. When you read them, you’re reading a site that’s connected. You have access… or, at least, you’re reading someone who has access; and that person swears and makes rude statements, so you know that you’re not reading just some pundit. No, you’re reading someone who is a gateway between you, and the people who matter.
Continue reading Netroot Advertising and the sense of entitlement.
