I do not put hyperlinks in the main matter of this thing. This is somewhat obnoxious.
Back when I was writing snippets for the Memepool, I tried very hard to use hyperlinks well. One of the things that appealed to me about the place was the idea that hyperlinking could be handled more artfully than the then ubiquitous "...click here." method that was so prevalent at the time. Indeed, subtle tensions can be found between subject matter and the words chosen to send one there, and can be used for good effect. I tried; sometimes I did better than other times. More often than not, though, that kind of shading doesn't show up: links are links are links, straight forward little blue pull quotes all.
The other thing the Memepool stint taught me was that linking is a powerful tool for finding chains of Neat Crap, but it is a very narrow tool for finding thin chains. Chasing a link is a thin pipe to another set of thin pipes, and there is usually little chance for massive deviation of subject or slant. The broader phenomenon of weblogging is softening this a bit, but for a truly broad romp through variant subject matter I find these days I must turn to search engines, and even then I want a bit of luck for something different, something variant.
So: I do not provide hyperlinks. I will hope that I provide enough clues to find the nonsense I mention, should the reader care to go looking. And I would hope, too, that in the looking, the reader finds a bunch or other stuff in the corners what with to better spend their time.
And if the stuff is really good, I hope they then tell me.
In the meantime, there are things I ought to point out that do not have specific context, and deserve more permanent mention. They will pile up here.
These are not all the same person
Peterb will claim, when asked, that he cannot play the accordian.
Zarf lives down the lane, and makes aweful things.
Greg has the monkey lock.
The official Faisal.
Alice has no website!
Chris has the ability to go faster.
I have no idea who PittGirl is.
My brother. Sometimes, he spins. Go.
...and a plant.
The Pittsburgh Blog aggregate.
The Interactive Fiction Archive.
The Autonomous Dan Art Ampersand Collective Eric.
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