It’s the return.
What’s up with these peg-legged people?
Are they in a cult? Are they on drugs? Are they gay?
When are you all going to break up? When are you all going to wake up?
We’re feelin’ better than ever—what’s wrong with you? You: get down.
Hello there, digital friends. Long time no type.
We had to work out a few kinks, but we’re ready to serve you again. Some things have changed, yes, but the cold, dead, determined heart of Wilmot Brookings has kept our peg legs kicking. Here’s what you missed:
- We transferred servers from a (much-appreciated) basement setup to Laughing Squid.
- We transferred domain registrars from a (muy-disagreeable) GoDaddy to Hover.
- We lost all posts from mid-April 2011 through the end of that year. Sorry. (Back up your databases often, kids.)
I will soon give a lengthier update on the Update, which will include a discussion of my reasons for leaving GoDaddy. One of them has become a popular anagram.
For now, two final comments:
- If you want to be involved in The Peg Leg in any way, whether submitting original work, distributing hard copies or donating cash money, please leave a comment or send us an email [thepeglegupdate {at} gmail {dot} com]. For a direct way to reach the editor (me), see my website.
- Near-future plans include: Printing an eighth edition (in a new flashy zine format), focusing on original reporting in the Upper Midwest (especially the communites of St. Cloud, Minn., and Brookings, S.D.), continuing to tweak and improve this website, smiling.
For now, enjoy our print archives and some of our past content. If you come across a dead link or broken page, be a friend and alert us. Gracias!
I’m here to enlist myself.