By Al Locust, on June 13th, 2012%
Disclaimer: This may turn into a rant, but I’ll try to keep it a balanced discussion. However, those who know me well are aware how any scandal that besmirches the good name of coffee vending raises my ire.
If you’ve been frequenting similar areas of Facebook/Twitter/Blogsphere that I’ve been, you may have heard of a . . . → Read More: How do you take your coffee? Milk? Sugar? Bigotry?
By Al Locust, on December 2nd, 2011%
I am once again indebted to my Smoph for her Tuesday post regarding an important social issue.
Within the comments, we touched on another social issue: the use of coloured ribbons for various causes. It’s hardly a new phenomenon; from pre-historic times, in wars or in peace, we’ve used colours and flags to determine who . . . → Read More: FFOF – Fripperies For Our Foundations
By Pokeybun, on October 18th, 2011%
Donor fatigue. It seems to be rampant at the moment, both at the individual level and, from the letters and emails I receive every day, at the corporate level as well. I know we’ve discussed chugging or charity mugging before, but donor fatigue is a bit different.
Donor fatigue is described by Wikipedia as the . . . → Read More: Bad case of donor fatigue
By Pheasant Plucker, on August 24th, 2011%
This was going to be the three Ws (Weading, Writing and Awifmat…oh nevermind) for a Wednesday, but it really just focusses on one.
As a tangental introduction, we all know about chuggers, even if we don’t know the word itself. They’re the “charity muggers” that surround and accost you only when you’re in a rush . . . → Read More: Better than Receiving
By Pheasant Plucker, on May 25th, 2011%
Today is the glorious 25th May. A day which, for many of you will be nothing more than the day after the somewhat less glorious 24th May and immediately preceeding the otherwise unnoteworthy 26th of May.
For others (Myself included), the 25th May is held very near their hearts for a number of reasons, several . . . → Read More: The glorious 25th of May
By Pheasant Plucker, on April 12th, 2011%
I spotted an article recently about charity-collecting tin rattlers potentially facing restrictions on rattling at people. To me, this seems odd. If you take away their rattling, these poor people would just become tins and someone full of good intentions would probably try and recycle them.
However being a city worker, the incessant tin rattling . . . → Read More: Caving versus Giving
By Smoph, on August 8th, 2010%
I have an important message on behalf of the Poppit! -Smoph
I’m hijacking Splat On for a serious announcement-
I’m giving up food and alcohol…
Yep… FOOD AND ALCOHOL!
Alright… Stop laughing! This is a serious matter here!
Rydell! I mean it! Now!
From 8pm on the 20th of August till . . . → Read More: Support Little Miss Poppit
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