It’s been two days, and almost half of the original images have been sponsored (and nearly all of those are actually paid up). There are more orders, but they came too late–I have to disappoint some people with e-mails after I finish this update. It makes me feel terrible, so I wish I’d had the time to implement an actual claims system, but bills are bills and they come when they do.
Thank you so much to everyone. I’m absolutely amazed at how many people responded to PlunderZOO, both with purchases and with RTs, blog posts, and other signal boosts.
All of this really makes me appreciate technology more than before. If it wasn’t for the fact that we can open up a dog and put pins and wire into its bones, my puppy would be literally crippled for the rest of his life, walking and acting like an old dog before he even finished growing. It wouldn’t even matter how much money anyone had, or whether or not they would put it toward what he needed. And if it wasn’t for the free information on the Internet, I wouldn’t know how to draw (seriously). And most importantly, if it wasn’t for the way people use the Internet, the way we take cold, hard code and use it to build warm, sharing communities, not nearly as many people would know about my venture or have the means to join it.
Our zoo is going to look so cool when all those animals are captured, folks. (: Thank you for being a part of this.
Our pet landshark when he was a wee little beastie! (Before we had him.)
Broken Pitbull™ is almost Repaired Pitbull™. Hanzo has one more surgery scheduled, and then he will be a fully functioning cyborg canine! However, even with the Vet Loves My Dog Discount™, it has emptied my bank account. (This is especially bad right now, since I just got accepted to a fantastic writing workshop–which is a bit expensive.) My cats will have to work either selling their favors or picking pockets, and when they come home in the wee hours, I’ll collect their day’s take and slap them around a bit if I think they’ve shorted me.
Which is why you should check out The Plunder Zoo.
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Once, I earned the right to type that. I had some trouble with my hinder that left me lying on my belly for almost an entire summer.
I was only seventeen, so it could have been socially disastrous, but fortunately I wasn’t the kind of seventeen-year old that had friends or engagements, just locker room embarrassments and the occasional split lip. I already typed fluent HTML, tapped out in Notepad so it took five times as long but leant me a buttload more programming cred. In 1998 I took advantage of that keister malady to master the intricacies of CSS. When I attended trade school for what I already knew–web design and development–I passed with my eyes shut.
In my old age, a mere decade later, my fluency is fading. I’m hoping this new site reacquaints me with what was once my only means of indoor entertainment. There is code here to play with, and functions to adjust, and I can’t depend on anyone to do it for me. And since I barely have the time to maintain my own site at all, I’m not going to be able to do two anymore. Just as it was with my first website, you’ll now be able to find my art, writing, and personal life all in one place, separated only by WP’s convenient tags.
I don’t care what the purists say. I’m so freaking glad I’m not editing this in Notepad. So…
Hello, world!