Uncle Scoopy’s Fun House is still active and updated daily. It includes more than a million images and tens of thousands of videos, dating back about 30 years. It even has every days’s Fun House archived as they originally appeared, day by day for 28 years. (The Fun House has been around for 31 years, but the first three years are lost.) Those issues from the 90s have some interesting content, but the images were low res to conform to dial-up speeds, and the actual pages are hilariously ugly! The internet has come a log way.
I’m still taking a bath on hosting that server for the pay site. Of course it is my own fault. I went years without actively promoting the subscription area, and rarely even mentioned it, so I shouldn’t be surprised that the number of members slowly eroded. But many thanks to those of you that signed up or re-signed recently, even when you didn’t need the content! That was kind, and … well, just “thanks.” At this point, Other Crap is a break even proposition, but between all of my costs for hosting all of my sites, I still lose money, so subscriptions are still very welcome. And there’s a lot of material there!
If you aren’t interested in the Fun House, but enjoy reading Other Crap daily, and would like to help get me to a break-even position overall, please consider a donation. Anything helps.
As I mentioned earlier, I don’t want to push this obnoxiously. I don’t expect to make a profit on the sites. I just don’t want the cost of my little hobby to get out of control, and I don’t want to weight Other Crap with ads and pop-ups. It is best when it is simple: just celebrity nudity, jokes, and sports. (And this annoying message once in a while.) I would love to break even!
No donation is too small and, needless to say, no donation is too large.
Wait! Those last five words are wrong.
If you donate a billion dollars or more, that actually would be too large. That would be counter productive, because I’d probably buy my own island, build a private golf course, hire a staff, light my expensive Cuban cigars with twenty dollar bills, erect a giant golden statue of myself, and become so big for my britches that I would forget about the site and abandon you guys. So do NOT give me a billion dollars. Restricting your maximum donation to a few million would keep me grounded.
In the immortal words of a great man, “Thank you for your attention to this matter.”
I am just the opposite in the hat department. I almost always wear one – generally a well-made fedora. I have been doing that for most of my adult life. If there is still the one guy in the crowd with a hat on, that’s me. I just like them.
I only wore hats when it was part of a uniform. Although I did wear helmets. Sometimes.
Billion Dollar plans:
Set up a Foundation. Donate probably half to it. Put people I trust in charge of allocating the money. Hands off.
Buy minority stakes in sports franchises I root for, if available.
Travel wherever I wanted while I still can. Keep a nice account for myself to finance this and below.
Never cook for myself again.
Tip and give generously, as desired.
Buy a large plot of land. Build cabins. Donate the space to authors, musicians, artists to have as a retreat space.
Money probably all spent or allocated at this point.
A pretty decent plan. Much more human and compassionate than the guys who actually have a billion dollars. (With a couple of exceptions.) You’re the kind of guy who should have a billion.
I am all in on this one: “Never cook for myself again.”
And this one is a must, “Tip and give generously, as desired,” and it’s doubly important if people know you’re a billionaire.
I suppose I probably would end up with a large plot of land, but only because I would like to have a few dogs. I wouldn’t put a mansion on that land, but just a comfortable house, small enough that I could keep it clean without hiring any staff.
Large plot of land can help lead to the privacy most of us desire in life.
I keep hoping that the Universe/Karma/whatever will recognize my generosity (as this is my actual plan) and reward it.
The one thing I would wish to do, in order to set up ongoing income, would be to do a reality TV show about the sudden change of fortune. Highlight the foundation, work with lots of cool people for good causes, etc. But my wife wants absolutely 0% of that life, so I have given up on that part of the plan . BTW, I graduated high school with a big-time reality TV producer, so I would be comfortable reaching out to that person’s company to do it.
I would be selfish. I’d set up a production company and I’d produce the films I’d love to see. I would hire my favorite out of work actors and directors, while still making sure that it’s not a vanity project nobody but the director wants to see. Or I would make a movie with the best nudity in the world, 100% justified by the script, of course. Like, “Escape from Escort Island”, with Sydney Sweeney, Leni Klum and Emily Ratajkowski, all of them naked 100% of the time, directed by Paul Verhoeven. Then I would see it fail, because the world sucks, and then I’d do it again.
I might have done something similar was I was a younger man. Paul Verhoeven would definitely have been my go-to guy. In creating the perfect recipe to render a script, he can make any meal entertaining, and always saves room for dessert.
And I think we know what I mean by dessert.
You already have, Scoop, We all owe you this.
You can contact Trump and he can let you get some money from the slush fund before Congress 86’s it.
I’m sure he knows that I’ve always been in his corner. He might give me the entire 1.776 billion as a joint anniversary gift – 250 for the USA, 30 for the Fun House, to commemorate the world’s two most important institutions. It would be a special moment between two old Fordham boys.
I’m doing my part!
Even Steverino chipped in and plans to continue chipping in. Don’t let free thinkers like me have too much influence on the site.