As I announced yesterday, I’m posting payment buttons for my bleg to defray some of the expenses of sending Brendan to his Arabic summer program and Aidan to camp. So, as promised, here is PayPal. I can’t even make the button stick, so awesome is my HTML-fu.
Amazon apparently requires 5 to 7 days to set up, so I suppose I’ll have that ready then, or if you’re really itching to send me a check, email me and I’ll forward you my address.
I won’t use PayPal. Sorry. Send me a snail-mail address (Jeff can vouch for my discretion) and I’ll mail a check.
Please do work on the Amazon thing — I don’t do PayPal.
Which reminds me, I just sent another $24.69 to Jeff G., as promised some time ago (just got partial payment for my summer course).
P.S. I see nothing “shameful” about asking for money for services rendered. You’re both professional quality writers — why shouldn’t you ask to get paid for it?
I agree. You do good stuff. People ought to pitch in.
I just used PayPal. I don’t really see what the big is with that. I think anyway. Going through my own account and just sending to Dan’s email it let me make a new email address, but I’m not sure it didn’t append my super secret identity, which, that’ll piss me right off.
Not to be a nitpicker, but what is a “bleg”?
And if I wasn’t married to one of my children (who is 51 years old), I would buy you a new house.
As it is, my almost ex-wife thinks that I am a combination butler/ATM, and so does the state of Connecticut.
Two things that everyone should know about CT.
NEVER die here, and NEVER get divorced here.
You WILL heartily regret either action.
TLD, I’m sorry that life’s so sucky for you right now. It’s a “blog beg,” i.e. “bleg.”
But don’t buy me a house. I’d just make it untidy.
na na, na na, nana nana BAT FEET!
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I sended u a monies. Hope paypal didn’t eat it.
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Dude, I’m in.. Sorry it’s not more.. You guys are on the top of my “after I win Powerball” list of people who’ll get a taste.. but for now, finances being what they are.. I could only afford a pittance.. (Excuse summary keywords: Divorced, Crappy Job, Kids, Child Support, Braces, Crack Habit, Prostitutes)
OK.. I was kidding with a couple of those.. Good Luck.
“… why shouldn’t you ask to get paid for it?”
Callate S,B,P ..! Don’t give them ideas!
You’ll make their heads all big and shit and before you know it this will be a pay site… Then they’ll start tasting money and start jacking up the price to “whatever the market will bear”..(I hate that term)
Before you know it PW will be just one more luxury I can no longer afford.. right up there with smoking, whores, new cars, weed, fast food, bars, gas, gambling, vacations, air travel, new clothes, electricity, smack, handguns, ammo, pets, cool pocketknives like Spydercos, porn… basically every other thing I’ve ever enjoyed..
No.. stay just as you are, guys..
Thanks, Big O. And thanks to everyone else.
Honestly, I’m a bit overwhelmed.
Hi, Dan.
I gotta say, you almost always make me laugh.
Life ain’t that “sucky” except when I have to go to court and talk to the two dykes who are my “counselors”. Just walking through the door is like getting hit with a Feministe flamethrower. They hate me just because they suspect that I might have balls.
I am a very lucky person, and have lived a life that almost anyone would be jealous of. The places I’ve been and the people I know blow my mind. My life is almost beyond what I can believe. I am one of the luckiest people in the world. It’s just the last few years that have been a hassle, and it wouldn’t be a problem if I didn’t have a wonderful little boy who just completely blows me away. Unfortunately, he came with a total whack job mom, and I have to deal with that.
I’m serious. I bitch a lot, and I sometimes get pretty depressed, but out of all the amazing years I have been alive, three bad ones out of the whole nine yards are no reason to forget the rest of an absolutely stupifying life. I just bitch because I am not used to having shitty days. If I could just get past this “obstacle”, I could write a book that would have you laughing from page one ’til the end.
But, hey. The heck with it! Your posts are always great, and many times make me laugh hard enough to get me to work on time. Now that is a real accomplishment!
Keep on keepin’ on. One of these days, I would love to have a get together with all of the people her who keep me laughing, and persevering. I really would. PW is my saviour.
PW is truly a special place – at least for this tart – or should I say “blink”?.
I have trouble understanding why I breathe through my mouth so much, though…
OK. Here’s a hint.
Did you ever play on Hee Haw?
How nuts is that?
You forgot the scraped knuckles. I have bunions on my hands.
Never played on Hee Haw. That’s pretty awesome. Is it on YouTube?
“In a fetal position, with drool on my chin.
I messed up and smoked weed with Willy again”.
Dan,
No, but I will try to upload it. I think my AXW (Almost Ex-Wife) has the tape of it. I’m going to have to find someone else’s computer to upload it, brcause this beauty that I am using has a 555 CPU, and stutters like a bitch when I go to youtube.
Let me see if I can find it.
Oh, and by the way. When Sean Idiot Hannity says “Happy Friday (or whatever), he got that from me. Except he leaves out the “fuckin'” part that goes between “Happy” and “Friday”.
Hmmmm…Paypal really, really sucks. Refusenick.
Amazon or that classic little old-school piece of
rubberpaper. If you need it quickly, send me your addy via e-mail. I’m cool.Dan, you need to fix this post at the top for a few days like Jeff does.. Yesterday was Friday night and I’ll bet a bunch of people missed it.. Just a thought.
Hey, you know what we haven’t seen in a while? One of Jeff’s DVD collection sell offs.. I don’t suppose you have a collector edition of Terry Gilliam’s “Tideland”, do you?
I think a bump would be all kinds of warranted. And also what’s up with Arabic summer camp? Details would be neat I think. I had to go to the Christiany sports one. Very typical with the horsies and the canoes and the godawful heat. Also we sang songs. A lot about how much we loved Jesus and sports but other ones too.
You can read about the Beloit Summer Intensive Language Programs here, hf. He’s one of three high school students in the Arabic program. Here’s Brendan’s Facebook page, if you’re interested in reading his messages. He got a B+ for the first of the two semesters of the language they go through in the program.
I went to a wrestling camp with the Peterson brothers, two Wisconsin natives who each won a gold and a silver at the Olympics back in the 70s. My brother Tim came, too. The first week was all right, at a camp, but the second week took place at a Baptist Bible College, and they began aggressively proselytizing there, which, considering the intensity of the program, was kind of disturbing. They had mandatory prayer sessions when we all wanted to crash after a long day of wrestling, wrestling and more wrestling, and they also required us to attend a talk with the President of the college, who averred that he was proud never to have let alcohol touch his lips and never to have set foot on a dance floor. I was a little miffed, too, that they confiscated my Miller High Life t-shirt.
They caught me reading Dune and later on Poe, and they wondered why I would want to read that stuff when there was the Bible. I went to the bookstore at Maranatha Bible College when they were showing off the facilities, and the only thing I recognized was a copy of The Scarlet Letter.
So aggressive did it become that after 5 days of the second week, I bolted from the dorm after lights out and placed a collect call to Dad, and asked him to also call the dad of another camper who was cracking up a bit. So, we were relieved when they came and removed us.
Dan, those Baptists were slackers compared to the Church of Christ, where I spent my youth.
Baptists actually allowed instruments in their churches, to accompany the vocals! Why, that’s a ticket punched directly to hell!
But I think it was my poor singing is what got me thrown out of there. Or maybe it was Dune Messiah…
I thought about doing this privately, but wouldn’t want the larger pw readership to wonder about it.
I would have kicked in, but some douchebag backed his girlfriend’s Honda CR-V into the driver’s door of my car in the parking lot when I sent to see The Dark Knight. So it’s kinda bad timing for me, even accounting for insurance.
Don’t worry about it, Karl. I appreciate the consideration.
Sorry about the car shit. How much damage, do you figure?
Oh. Now I feel like my summer is sort of a lot unambitious. Seriously. I am going to reassess my summer I think. I will do this tomorrow.
The total is not too bad, as the door mostly got stoved by the spare tire on the back of the CR-V, and he couldn’t get much momentum backing up 3 or 4 feet (I had pulled out into the aisle; he was looking for traffic coming around the corner).
The estimate is about $1650. I have a low deductible, so that’s not bad, but I will have to rent a car for a week. And even though I’m not at fault, my experience with insurers and their lawyers suggests to me that this small case will be resolved by them determining I am 1% at fault (I’m in a comparative negligence state), which will let my insurer stick a surcharge on my policy for a couple of years to recoup some of their payout.
I am, too. Oh . . . THAT kind of state.