Just update the goddamned code and keep it. I have better things to do with my 10 bucks a month otherwise.
Right now, BillG is fighting like hell to keep RP on the air. With the new royalty rates, if he, and other smaller internet broadcasters can't cut some sort of a deal, then he is going to have to shut the entire thing down. Perhaps if he didn't have that potential fate looming over him, he'd find the time to rewrite the code. I will not make demands of the man. If you don't feel it's worth paying $10 per month to try and help out, then stop paying. There are plenty of others who will take up the slack. Keeping the music playing is far more important to me than anything on this website.
When I joined RP in early 2003, there were song comments, and a single message board called Comments. There were no Forum topics other than that. There were also no Journals. We all got along just fine, because we were here to listen to, enjoy, and talk about the music.
I'd love to read it again... it was quite awesome, even though I had been on to you for some time. It helped to inspire the internet romance that became P and me.
I can't seem to make it public anymore, so here is the content of the Journal. The loving comments we received will remain private, I guess.
The last one I posted was in the fall of 2013, and before that it was 2010. I looked back through all of mine (they are all set to private). The only one that really matters to me anymore is the one where AliGator and I revealed we were a couple. That was in April of 2005.
I'd love to read it again... it was quite awesome, even though I had been on to you for some time. It helped to inspire the internet romance that became P and me.
The last one I posted was in the fall of 2013, and before that it was 2010. I looked back through all of mine (they are all set to private). The only one that really matters to me anymore is the one where AliGator and I revealed we were a couple. That was in April of 2005.
Just about all the CoEds in Santa Barbara talked with the vocal fry. Many of them looked the same, wore the same clothes, had the same straightened hairstyle/coloring/chunky highlights—-and thus earned my nickname, The Stepford CoEds.
Eleanor Beardsley on NPR falls into a vocal fry pretty often and it can make her sound world-weary and disinterested. In a morbid way, sort of like her voice (though it reminds me of hearing undergrad co-eds in the bars around here) but there are whole threads out there of people who hate her voice. However, she doesn't start sentences with "so".
Just about all the CoEds in Santa Barbara talked with the vocal fry. Many of them looked the same, wore the same clothes, had the same straightened hairstyle/coloring/chunky highlights—-and thus earned my nickname, The Stepford CoEds.
Add on the Vocal Fry and upspeak and you've got something.
Eleanor Beardsley on NPR falls into a vocal fry pretty often and it can make her sound world-weary and disinterested. In a morbid way, sort of like her voice (though it reminds me of hearing undergrad co-eds in the bars around here) but there are whole threads out there of people who hate her voice. However, she doesn't start sentences with "so".
It's infected NPR and other news in a really bad way.
Anchor: Jim, what's the latest on the big tire fire? Reporter: So, there are some tires, that are on fire. Anchor: What seems to be the cause of it? Reporter: So, the fire chief says fire got onto some tires.
Add on the Vocal Fry and upspeak and you've got something.
It's infected NPR and other news in a really bad way.
Anchor: Jim, what's the latest on the big tire fire? Reporter: So, there are some tires, that are on fire. Anchor: What seems to be the cause of it? Reporter: So, the fire chief says fire got onto some tires.
Another one I noticed on NPR is using sure in the same way. Sure, I have heard that before.
Indeed. I haven't posted a journal in years.
Wow, Aalln, it seems like that happened long before 2005! I guess you two seem timeless that way. 
