Or so “they” say. But actually, it’s not.
In an attempt to stave off being homeless next month, here’s a bit of a wacky, harebrained thought…
If you enjoy this blog and would like to see it continue, contribute a dollar (there’s a PayPal button on the sidebar). That’s it… ONE DOLLAR. Slightly more than the price of a chocolate bar.
Sorry, I hate to impose and I realize that it’s shamefully undignified, but I can’t carry on doing this for nothing. Well nothing… even less than that, in fact. I did the math a while back and it works out that I make about $0.004 per post. The expression “That’s my two cents!” is considerably overpriced as it turns out.
Sadly, I’ve got overhead and will shortly be in the situation of being divorced (long story — bottom line: after 30 years, I get stuck holding the bag with all the costs and responsibilities…) and most probably homeless. Not the end of the world… I suppose there will be some dismal fun and adventure in that, but it’s not really a place I’m keenly looking forward too. Thankfully, I’ve familiarized myself with “Hobo Matters” and am conversant with actuaries and their tattoos.
Think of it as something similar to those awful “pledge drives” on PBS (minus the insufferable pandering) or to reference a more topical situation, a “bailout”… That may come across as sarcastic, but I’m entirely serious.
Update: SQ mentioned the hackneyed “for less than a cup of coffee” and “now more than ever” appeals made by our PBS friends.
Well, I can’t launch a new episode of Dr. Who off the cuff, but can offer up the following to address the question of what you get for the price of your “double-double” (or “babies milk” or sugar-free vanilla soy latte, as the case may be). For lack of a better word… context.