Blearzug Gleezle Blorp!

I need to write today. I have so much to write. I barely really wrote at all yesterday. And yet...

The together of the words thingee is not so much with the gooding.

You know?

Here, go somewhere else instead. Via TonyComstock I found this brilliant piece by Amanda Palmer about why it's OK, nay necessary, for artists to be perfectly comfortable being paid for their art. Discuss. No, seriously, please discuss because I want to talk about this.

My segues will be all serendipitous today, too, because the other place I want to send you is a link posted by Neil Gaiman who happens to be Amanda Palmer's boyfriend. This comes at the end of one of his posts about Banned Books Week and it's a response from a librarian to a library patron who objects to a book. I like it not only because I agree with the book being kept on the shelves but because I think there's a lot to learn from the measured, respectful and factual argument he sets forth. In another move by that old bitch Serendipity the way he handles the comments (they're numerous, nay voluminous, but well worth at least skimming) directly relates to what I've been thinking about recently.

Happy reading!

Wish me luck.