Esteban was aghast when I mentioned that I had written about our neighbor’s racist comments, and asked if I had also mentioned that he snowblows the sidewalk for the entire block. Basically, Esteban just wants you to know that the neighbor is a very nice racist. He probably only cleans off our walks because we’re all white, but you know, there it is.
Somethings grossly wrong with Notifylist.com. Diaryland does support an RSS feeder thingy if you know how to do that kind of thing. Also, I can do my own notifies on my new server, but I just haven’t set it up yet. It’s on the list of things to do. I was waiting for Esteban to volunteer to do it for me but then I mentioned how many e-mail addresses receive the notify. Shot myself in the foot there. I should know better.
Anyway, options: RSS thingy, checking in occasionally, and also the new notify thing that I’m going to get moving this week.
Also, in case you haven’t noticed the button and the countdown on the bottom of the page, there’s another Green Bay Minicon in the works. It’s looking like another doozy and this year, Esteban promises not to get thrown into the hospital and have to miss it all. So that should be nice.
This year, we’ve added a run up the Door so that folks can visit our favorite cheese factory (home of my favorite 5-year cheddar ever) to buy cheese curds so fresh that they were milk three hours earlier, as well as stop at some of the wineries for some tasting and shopping. And also, we’ll be making the requisite stop for High Maintenance Hamburgers on the way up, and the local favorite frozen custard on the way back. Green Bay Minicons: fucking over your New Year’s Resolutions since 2005.
Now, maybe you’ve always read about the Minicons and wanted to go but were afraid, because you don’t know anyone and you’ve never met someone from the internet before and my god, what if we steal your kidneys and leave you in a snowbank or something? Well, let me tell you this: the Minicon veterans are some of the most welcoming friendly people I have ever met. While there is definitely some frivolity and silliness, at the base of our get togethers, there is the simple reality of new and old friends getting together in person. Every single one of us remembers going to our first internet meet up and being terrified and feeling left out. You can call me a snobby whore all you want, but they are most definitely not. I am honored that these folks consider me a friend and that they travel to godforsaken Green Bay to hang out for a weekend. And that’s why I do my damnedest not to disappoint them. Or you, if you decide to get on board, come out and make some new friends and see how it can be 8 degrees outside and yet Green Bay can be the warmest place on earth.
In case you still need convincing, take a look at this.
