Via William Bragg, the following bit from Bradford Plumer in response to what is one of the most absurdly paranoid bits of anti-gay sentiment I’ve seen in a while.
Category: Linkage
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Goal Reached!
Blogathon made their 2005 goal of $50,000 in sponsorship donations! I think that’s worth an entry all by itself, don’t you?
(The fact that I spent half an hour playing that castle game has nothing to do with the brevity of this entry. Honest!)
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Disturbing Game… But Fun
This? Is just sick and wrong. Thank you, fellow ‘thonner ChemMonkey, for sharing it with us…
(Hint: You want to throw them straight up, as “hard” as you can. It basically comes down to clicking on them as your mouse is moving upward, then “letting go” at the top of the movement. It takes some practice…)
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Blogathon 2005: The Halfway Point
The easy part is over. The first twelve hours, you get by mostly on enthusiasm and a not-yet-depleted basket of ideas.
Now comes evening, nightfall, oh-dark-hundred, and the wee hours. Now comes flagging energy and faltering spirit. Now comes random calisthenics to force the body awake again. Now comes desperate casting about for inspiration.
Don’t worry, folks. I’ve done this before. I’ll do it again. (Nevermind how much that sounds like what I said the second and third times I did NaNoWriMo. Ahem.)
But hey! Look who got on the news page at Blogathon! Way to go!
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Incentives ‘R’ Good
Over at Neurotic Fishbowl, not only can you hear music (an mp3 for every Blogathon post!) (She also includes the Amazon link if you decide you like the song enough to buy the album. Slick!) but you can put your name in a virtual hat for a chance to get a mix CD collection, just by sponsoring her for $5 or more. That’s pretty darned nifty.
Thanks to Lisa for the heads-up.
Dang. I should’ve come up with a sponsorship incentive idea, huh? I can’t even fall back on pictures of baby bunnies this time…
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False (Funny) Alarm
Project of the last hour scrapped on account of no-funny. In the meantime, enjoy the following link. Please refrain from drawing a direct correlation between the linked page and the last, utterly wasted, hour of my life. Ahem.
(Seriously? I tried, but it just didn’t pan out. I didn’t like where it was going, and it just didn’t end up looking right. Sorry, folks.)