For now, I’ll pay the blood triple to the site that lies so glibly and shamelessly, so that I can continue to sell Anaprim Brew uninterrupted. If volume permits, and it makes capitalist sense, I may even bump up to the Basic plan, at $29 per month. That does cut their online transaction fee from 5% to 2.9% … basically they get their lion’s cut out of you one way or the other. It doesn’t feel … equitable.
(For comparison’s sake, Patreon also grabs a five percent cut, and that seems on the edge of heinous–but Patreon doesn’t charge $15 or $29 every month on top. It’s free, besides the percentage, and they’re starting to offer some serious perqs, like video hosting besides.)
But I do want to start selling more than just coffee (to be specific I want to start selling various kinds of art, including but not limited to photography, and … book/lets …), and to separate out those sales from the Anaprim store page in some well-defined way.
Toward that goal I’m looking at Shift4Shop, Sellfy, and some other ones too. I’m sure my devoted e-commerce consultants out there will have some thoughts about that, and as always they will be so very welcome (insert winky emoji here).
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Briefly, I offer you a collection of outtakes from the investigation into Mr. Rotten.
John Lennon looking down his nose at the Sex Pistols, 1980
Noel Gallagher of Oasis with an exactly contrary opinion
What Steely Dan secretly thought about the Beatles (and Lennon’s Imagine in particular)
The Dan song said to be the anti-Imagine
John Lydon’s short scathing take on Green Day (Again, I find it very hard to argue with the man … but …)
Lest we turn anyone at all into a hero, here is Lydon the AntiChrist Anarchist banging the drum for mainstream electoralism–probably the single stupidest take I’ve ever heard him spill.
I’m still listening to Rise on obsessive rotation (this version includes the lovely neologism ‘Shytstem’), but I’m starting in the direction of moving on to the Cowboy Junkies all over again, like it’s freakin’ 1992 and I’m driving up to Cheyenne in the CRX. Singing maybe you got a kid. Maybe you got a pretty wife. The only thing that I’ve got, been bothering me my whole life.
Truth.
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Last night I did four grams of magnesium carbonate in a tall glass of water before bed, and …
Even though the water made me get up to piss twice, I still haven’t had such a good long night’s sleep in a many a week. Shit works. Can recommend.
Will try for such again tonight, with a little less liquid, or earlier.
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If at any point in the coming year you find yourself compelled to try and sell me on voting for Nikki ‘War Karen’ Haley instead of one of the odious frontrunners, or instead of writing in Dave Chapelle or John Lydon, feel free to indulge that compulsion, but do be aware that you’re going to have to make a better case for it than Alex Christofouru makes against it, and that that will not be a cakewalk by any stretch.
The episode also includes a mention of Zaluzhny, the Ukrainian head of armies, bitterly addressing the Parliament there as the wheels start to come off the proxy war and as whispers are heard about even deeper (and perhaps direct) intervention on the part of other foreign (i.e., Western) regimes. Red Jesus help us all.
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I looked at a lot of recipes today around the idea of a keto chili. I learned that tomatoes and onions and (some) green chilies are not quite as low-carb as I had assumed.
I bought six pounds of cheap raw meat today, and tonight or tomorrow I will put what I learned to use.
This is the template I will use–his attitude and approach seemed the best to me by a large margin. This is the written version of the video.
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Nasty icky cig count for the 6th: Three of them.
My new rule is that if I fail and find myself smoking one, I absolutely have to do NOTHING else while I am puffing. I have to commit to the act of failure totally. You (maybe) would not believe how hard that is.
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Finally. A lucid serious debate about “Insurrection” that will change nobody’s mind about anything. But goddamn if it isn’t fun to kick around.
I would appreciate if someone would explain to me how trying to use some half-ass lawfare to prevent a plurality of Americans (according to the polls) to vote for the person they want to vote for equals “saving Democracy”.
Is the cognitive dissonance of that not starkly and glaringly obvious, or as we used to say in simpler times, “Self-Evident”?
Home of the Free … This Land Is Your Land … huh. My hairy unappealing ass it is. They force feed you on carbs and pfizerjabs and blatant lies and the only real sin is swallowing any of it.
(PS: I would be shocked if anyone I know spent three hours watching this, and in fact I haven’t yet myself. When I do, if I do, I will probably watch it through Glenn Greenwald’s channel and not the somewhat detached version I have linked above.)
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Damn I’ve been hard at it. I wonder how much of that can be ascribed just to the magnesium.
“Further study is indicated”, and I’m your man.
I still have piles of research on the virtues of using insulating foam for construction yet to go. And I’m still trying to figure out if there’s a realistic and responsible way of being in Quartzsite in a week.
Consider that your Lost In Space previews of coming attractions cliffhanger.