Faithful readers,
It’s October 30th. There’s nothing particularly notable about October 30th1. It’s a Wednesday: a midweek malaise of a day. I’ll be carving pumpkins up before helping with a Trunk-or-Treat thing, dressed as MadEye Moody. Yes, I’ll post pictures.
But here’s what I’m writing to you about:
Sometime this week, Substack will probably be sending you email and offering you a free month of supporting membership. No strings! Totally free! It’s yours to redeem!
You have to download their app to get it, but that’s a pretty low bar. I typically read whatever I read on Substack from the app anyway, and if my conversations with Substack Chief of Design
are any indication, Substack is a pretty benevolent overlord.So, that’s it: that’s the ask. Come get you a free month, dig into the archives, and take advantage of the nearly 300 pieces that I’ve written over the last three years.
This week is a bit hairy, but I’m hoping for another piece to drop tomorrow, Lord willing and the World Series not going too late tonight.
As always, thanks for reading. Let’s keep going.
—MPMW
Unless you’re Devin Booker, Ivanka Trump, or Henry Winkler, celebrating birthdays today. If you’ve not seen Winkler in Barry, you’re missing out.