Hey Nineteen
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LGM is 19 years old today. According to the Academy of Hastily Concocted Numbers, that’s 72 in human years, 104 in African swallow years and 305 in newt years. This is also the day when we’re supposed to ask you all for money so the blog doesn’t have to accept the buyout offer from Jacobin, go to a pay-to-comment format, hang around outside your home looking sad and scruffy or any of the other drastic measures that I may or may not be making up.
However, I grew up with a condition called being poor, and it sucked. One of the quirks it left me with is that I feel intensely uncomfortable about asking people for money. I worry they don’t have any and will feel bad about it. So before I can ask for money I have to make it clear that if you’re poor you shouldn’t give this or any other of the requests a second thought. Take care of yourself, and thanks for reading.
As for the rest of you: Just cough up the dough, Mac.
Please?
If donations make this year’s goal I’ll post a picture of one of my cats doing a blep.
Not good enough? Monsters.
How about this? If donations make this year’s goal, my next 30 posts will be free of observations about people who post off-topic comments.
Here’s some incredibly smooth Steely Dan for you to listen to while you make that donation.
And for those of you who like to exercise your big brains, the answer is here. Where is the question?
