Yesterday was a landmark day for the good people at Brutish&Short: we received our first solicitation from an advertiser! We were all like, “Aww, fuck yeah! Make money get paid!” because, and let me make this as plain as can be: we are not averse to advertising. In fact, when we started this site and our plans for it were much grander, we had The Advertising Discussion. It went roughly as follows:
Me: We should have ads.
Ben: Yeah, we should.
Trevor: Yup. Do you think we should wait a little bit, though?
Ben: Hmmm.
Me: Fuck no, let’s have ads. Free money is free money.
Trevor: We could roll them out after a month or so.
Ben: Maybe after we’ve gotten to a milestone, like 100,000 hits or something.
Me: Fine, fuck it. We don’t even have a name yet. What should our name be?
Fin.
We’re now well past 100,000 hits, and still no ads. Why? General laziness, and an aversion to self-promotion mostly. We probably could have made the money we invested in this little adventure back by now (as it was only about $50) if we were smarter about the whole thing, but the truth is that it’s a sunk cost. Plus, I still owe Ben and Trevor my share. Sorry, guys! I’ll pay you real soon!
Anyway, up at the top of the site, there’s a little “Contact” button, which, when you click it, reveals that we have an email address. Sometimes people click it and send us mail. It’s exciting! A little thrill runs up the leg when that happens, if you know what I mean. So, yesterday somebody clicked it, and this is what she wrote. Her name is Christie.
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