Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Time to dig deep, kids: Part deux.
First, before you read any further, nip down to the earlier post and, if the spirit so moves you, make a donation to someone who needs it. I'll wait. Dum de dum dum ...
You're back. And in this season of generosity, if you still have some left over, let me re-introduce you to the CC HQ Beer and Kittehs Paypal button up there on your left. It's for those of you who have, for so long, enjoyed the ad-free snark and towel snapping here at CC HQ and want to show your undying appreciation for the difference we've made in ... in ...
Oh, hell, it's for those of you who have been entertained, and CC is down to his last bottle of Macallan Elegancia, and I'm thinking that, with Lindsay's recent ceiling-related woes, I can take him out over the holidays and treat him to a beer or nine. And these little beggars are probably going to need another bag or two of premium kitteh food any day now. Like today.
So get in the holiday spirit and help us keep CC HQ ad free. God knows, I'd hate to start plastering it with "Plenty of Fish" ads and have to make more Ezra Levant jokes. That would be just cruel.
And I need more Scotch. That, too.
PARTY-FLAVOURED AFTERSNARK: I'm in the vicinity (K-W) for the holidays, geeking out but still on the lookout for a sociable beer or two. I have my hands full, geekily speaking, being the technical editor of one upcoming Linux book and the technical reviewer of another and looking after teh KittehMash, but I can still be persuaded to hie myself somewhere local if anyone wants to organize something. Preferably involving alcohol.
You know where to find me.
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Um ... how come no one mentions that LuLu -- poor, hardworking, single mom that I am -- could use a new pair of shoes, huh? Huh?
I knew Lindsay was your favourite.
New shoes ... new ceiling ... grapple, grapple. You lose.
Fuck off Patrick.
Patrick fucking off complete.
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