"and hold their manhoods cheap" -- you read that right

The Prophet's Fall event starts tonight, and whenever I think on it I get giddy. I imagine I'll be utterly dropped out of the internet world for the duration, as I'll be out in Ashby Massachusetts at a campsite. So if anything major happens between tonight and Sunday night, give me a call on the cell, will you please? Not that I have especially high hopes of getting cell phone service, mind you.

As recently as last week one of the Fark.com sponsors was a t-shirt company that does on-demand printing. What was remarkable about this particular company was their design interface, and their apparent willingness to print white text on dark-colored shirts, something that Zazzle.com and Cafepress both suck at. And it was competitively priced to boot. I toyed with it a few times and have subsequently completely lost the link, because I was getting at it through Fark.com and am too much of a numbskull to ever bookmark anything. So if, by any chance, you happen to know the site I am talking about, could you help a brother out?

I was tagged by a_leprechaun, but it was for a meme strikingly similar to one I did recently. So I will instead complete the other meme from her post, and put some Shakespeare up in my LJ. Like this:

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3