First and foremost, thank you again to each and everyone of you that sponsored me. It really means a lot to me. In theory, the blogathon people will send you an email asking you to fulfill your pledge, but I’ll let you in on a secret. You can go to your profile at blogathon.org and click on edit next to this blog under “Your Pledges.” On that page you can simply push the button that says, “Fulfill this pledge directly with Freedom from Hunger now” and then fill out the Online Donation form at Freedom from Hunger.

I don’t really like to acknowledge it when I’m sick, I always want to think that I can just will it away, mind over matter style. But it doesn’t work that way. I have a sinus infection. And I don’t feel good at all. This made this blogathon much harder for me than it otherwise would have been. The headache that I had during the whole thing tested my patience and made me even grumpier than usual.

There are some aspects to the blogathon that really do irk me. I feel it could be better organized and designed to be much more inclusive to all participants. It also steams me that BE and Lewis get all kinds of plugs when they don’t even raise a cent for charity (at least not that I could see.) There were at least 2 stations involved with this blogathon were playing music and supporting charity.

In the waning moments of the blogathon, I had an epiphany. I am a lousy blogger. Occasionally, people try to swell my head by telling me that I am a good writer. Who knows, maybe I am, but that doesn’t making me a great blogger. I don’t need to be a great blogger, but I had never made that distinction before. The one thing I could do to be a better blogger is to post much more regularly. I’ll try. I’ve had some issues with this blog and I’ve been real tempted to scrap it. But I think I should keep it. I mean it’s over 3 year old, I’d hate to start over.

Who knows, after a good night sleep all this may seem very different to me.

Thank you:

WK
Anonymous (even though I know who you are)
Wickedgal
Debi
Utopia
Sparky
Shutter
imagined-community

I’d like to give special thanks to Mango for thinking of me, when he had every reason to forget.

And finally I’d like to thank Monty for tolerating my neurosis, keeping me company and being a great friend.

Overall this was a pretty good blogathon. I raised money for Freedom from Hunger. I have a bunch of great sponsors. And I had a few friends who kept company and kept me out of trouble.

I can’t say this was a great experience. There were things that could have been better. But I suppose this still isn’t the time or place to get into that.

The big question is will I do it again. I don’t know. Obviously the concept appeals to me. This is my second successful blogathon. But I have reservations.

Fortunately, I have plenty of time to think about it.

And let’s face it, I’m in no condition to make a rational decision right now.

And keeping up my end of the bargain, I just made a pledge for %10 of the total… $30 dollars.

We are just about done.

I’m listening to Tears for Fears.

Just thought I’d share.

Also, beware the Snaeking. I’d like to tell you more… but I can’t.

Don’t worry about it, I stopped making sense an hour ago.

I feel sorry for the people in the real world that will have to deal with me. They will have their hands full.

I think that perhaps I have had one Red Bull too many.

I am listening to Guns an Roses and I keep forgetting what it is I was going to do. This is so 1991 all over again, except I’m so much older.

This thing is winding down and it’s a good thing. I’m sure I could stay awake a few more hours, but my ability to form a coherent sentence, much less type it is getting extremely challenged.

I may have to drink one more Red Bull to get me through.

Thanks to all of those who sponsored my charity, Freedom from Hunger. Kirsten L. Forsyth, from Freedom from Hunger asked me to tell you guys about ‘Freedom from Hunger Day, which will be held on September 28, 2007. This is an online event. You can participate at www.freedomfromhunger.org

Mark it on your calendar.

Mango has donated $60 in honor of his Grandmother, Meta Conway. She passed away this past week.

I know that this has been a difficult week for Mango and I am touched that he has decided to honor her memory is this way.

Hell, I’m as close to speechless as I get.

Thanks, dude. Be well.

Yes I see daylight.

I have the temptation to say cheesy about the light at the end of the tunnel, but I think I should let it go.

I might go for a walk out side.

Hopefully, I’ll remember to put on pants. Ahh, who cares, it’s not like the neighbors like me.

Come on dudes, how about one more sponsor (or two smaller ones) to put me over 300?

It would make my morning.

Those last 2 post were pretty good… all things considered.

Unfortunately, I don’t know if I have anything left.

In retrospect, I should have paced myself. But I got excited and well… the whole thing is kind of embarrassing.

See you in 30.

Back when Mango Radio was the only station that I dealt with, Mango some how found this guy. He had a station of his own. And he wanted some advice from Mango.

Of course, Mango tells me that I have to check this guy out. This guy is rocking out to classic Pink Floyd and proud of it. He asks us if we have any requests. We make a few, but he doesn’t have the songs, until we request some Zepplin and some Floyd. When he played the song, we realized we could hear him breathing. His mic was still on.

He asked us if we wanted to see his dog dance.

Next thing you know, we’re watching some ankle biting dog hopping around on its hind legs on a webcam.

Just when we thought it couldn’t get funnier, his wife walks in to the room. He turns to her, unaware that his mic is on and says, “Honey look, I’ve got professional DJ’s listening to me. They are going to give us some advice. This great. They are professionals from a REAL radio station.”

I had to turn it off…

I remember when I was younger. In college. We’d stay up all night. Me and a girlfriend. We’d talk until the wee hours of the night.

Then we’d go to Denny’s. It was always an odd experience. We seemed to hit the transition from night to day every time.

When we showed up there would be a few drunks and other night owls. We’d get a big breakfast and then chill with some coffee. The tired and bitter night shift waitresses would leave and the young and pretty day shift waitresses would come in.

Before the sun even though of coming up, the business men would come in. One or two of them. Wearing suits and reading the paper.

Everything about them felt different. They had places to be. They were awake. Rested.

We were tired, out of it.

The contrast always seemed very staring to me. I always wondered what those guys in the suits thought of us. A couple of dumb kids with out the sense to go to sleep.

Of course, that is what is going to happen here shortly. The wife and kid will wake up. Fresh and rested. I’ll be here almost functional and spaced out.

I don’t even want to know what they’ll think of me… but I hope they bring breakfast.

Yep… That’s just what I need. A nice healthy snack.

Some people, like my wife, are freaked out by the fact the Yogurt is made up of an active bacteria culture. It doesn’t bother me at all. I eat it all the time. It’s good low calorie snack with protein. What could be better?

Monty played Gwar followed by ‘Rock around the Clock.’ Don’t you think that there should be laws about this kind of thing?

I guess I’ll end up in the chatroom. Not cause I want to, but ought of sheer boredom.

I remember being tired last year, but I don’t remember being bored. I have no idea what this means.

This is lame I’m blogging about my snack. And the worst part is this may be the best post I’ve had in hours.

I did not take a walk.

My eyes are still… tired.

And I thought of nothing to write.

I suck. I’m loser and no one likes me.

Of course, we already knew that. A walk and a snack. That’s what I need.

And a few more sponsors. I know it’s late, but I’d really like to hit $300 in pledges.

I know I’m a loser, but my cause is good.

I will probably stop broadcasting soon. And listen to Monty again. Unless she plays more country music. Then all bets are off.

Can some one remind me how staying up all night helps charity… I’m a little lost on that point right now. Of course, I’m a bit confused and distracted in general.

My posts might be longer if I didn’t have to spend so much time backspacing out typos.

We’ll try again in 30.

This is such a weird time of night.

I feel like I should explain that statement… but I have no explanation.

I guess my mind is just sort of free-associating here, but am I the only guy who feels uncomfortable when another guy uses emoticons when IMing? It’s just me, isn’t it?

I’m a freak, I guess.

I might be hungry. Maybe I should find a small snack.

My eyes are exhausted. I had to lose the shades. I’m back to my regular specs now. I may have to take a walk away from this PC and give my eyes a break.

And think of something to post. Cause I don’t know if I’ve ever been this boring before.

The good news is that my headache is getting better.

Unfortunately, I still can’t think straight. I get easily distracted.

So we can expect that the shit that I’m writing here will make less and less sense as this goes on.

I’ll drink another Red Bull and see what that gets me.

I really wish I had a thought in my head that I could put down here. And I wish I had the concentration to actually type it if I did.

We have a new super hero and not a moment too soon. imagined-community came through with a donation at just the right time. I was beginning to feel like I wasn’t getting to through anyone new.

This is good. Cause I needed some good news.

I’d write more, but somehow my thirty minutes is up… again.

Still grooving with the Dead.

Yeah.

It’s me. That’s not a real surprise.

I’m plucked. About a number of things, But I guess this isn’t the appropriate time or place.

I think that Red Bull was good. But I may need another one.

I’d be happier if more people were coming around.

Or maybe I wouldn’t. Who fucking knows. It is very unfortunate that this sinus infection lined up with the blogathon. I am quite simply no where near my best.

For that I apologize.

We are chilling with The Dead. Let your inner hippie come out and play.

Which is odd, because I didn’t think yo could smell me over the internet.

I guess the idea is that it will wake me up. But I’m not much for quick showers. I think that I’ll just skip it… although it has some appeal.

I think this sinus infection is making this harder than it should be, but that doesn’t really matter.

It’s really hard to bother with these posts, when I know that no one is reading them. Yes, Monty, I know that you are reading… but I could just IM you.

I’m fucking freezing for some reason. And I don’t like it. I’m all bundled up and it’s July.

Would you believe that i haven’t got around to raging yet, I think I keep putting it off cause, I have no idea what I’ll do after that. For now, we’re just chillin’ with some Cat Stevens.

I haven’t got around to the raging yet… don’t worry I have all night.

And I think the coffee isn’t cutting it. I need Red Bull and I need it … well soon.

This 30 minutes has been a waste.

I blame Monty.

Maybe the next post will be better. But I doubt it.

If the power goes out… I guess I’m screwed. There isn’t a window in the geek cave, so I can’t tell how bad it is. But I can hear the thunder over the music.

I’m back on the air. Not that you care. I’m playing a power block of Pop Punk. You know Blink 182, Green Day, that kind of shit.

I keep catching typos. They are pretty bad. I’m very concerned about the ones I’m missing.

It is now tomorrow. Or at least it’s after midnight. It feel much later. I’m not sure why. Probably because almost none of the freaks I talk to online are online.

Rage upcoming on the Mango Radio.

More lame posting in 30 minutes on this blog.

You haven’t seen shit.

As predicted the wife and kid came home and went straight to bed. Which pretty much sucks. I thought we would have an ice cream snack or something. And you know what… I don’t even feeling like fucking with the ice cream by myself.

I’m not having a lot of fun right now. Which also sucks.

As a matter of fact I may have nothing nice to say at all. So I suppose that I shouldn’t say anything at all.

I’m planning to have a full fledged rant on Mango Radio in about a half hour. But you won’t be there. Cause you suck too!

Let’s see if some more coffee improves my mood or intensifies my rage.

I’ve heard rumors…

But I’m not buying it.

My wife claims that her and the kids (at least one of them) are returning. Of course, they probably just go to bed. Losers!

Sleep is for pussies.

Monty is torturing me with country music and Adam Sandler songs. There is no accounting for taste I guess. At least she’s good in bed. (Not that I’d know, but that’s what it said in the men’s room.)

Is then when I’m supposed to post whining comments about how tired I am and how hard this is? Or does that come later. I can’t remember. I’ll just drink more coffee. It won’t be pretty, but it will work.

I’d feel bad about the lameness of these posts, but it’s not ike anyone is reading… so what the hell.

Be proud. Be Shitty!

The coffee taste good… but I don’t now if that will be enough.

I didn’t do a single fucking thing since the last post. I’ve pretty much just sat here and stared at my computer. This isn’t healthy. And it’s a bit dumb.

I’ll have to come up with something to entertain myself. I have some comic books to catch up on. Given the lack of anything else going on, I may just read them. That seems kind of anti social, but I need to do something.

In an hour or two… I’ll do an all out rant on the radio. That will get my blood moving.

See you in thirty.

Yes. I’m brewing pot number 2. I drank most of pot this morning and I think that it is hight time that I drink some more.

At this point in my life, I have abandoned most of my vices. All I have left is Coffee and Swearing. And I do plenty of both.

I’m stilling hanging out in this chatroom. It’s odd. Somehow all chatrooms seem the same. The people are saying the same stupid shit.

I don’t think that I’m cut out for chat rooms. Besides, there are so 1997.

So since the chatroom isn’t entertaining me, I’ll need to find something else to entertain me. Soon I’ll have to resort to the porn. Or something.

I’m sitting here, with my shades on. I’m in the MPYR radio chatroom. I fucking hate chatrooms. They fill me with rage. Even more than normal.

Shutter is our most recent Super Hero.
Without babbling on like a little girl, this one means a lot to me. Thanks, dude.

I’m getting tired. I’ll blame this sinus infection. Staying up usually isn’t a problem for me. I guess I have no choice but to make some coffee.

I love coffee. I guess I wouldn’t be so bored if people were visiting. But as I’ve said before, I’m not one of the cool kids. Just my destiny, I suppose.

That’s ok, I’ll just keep posting. The 2 or 3 of you that are reading, will keep reading. And later, in the wee hours of the morning, I’ll rage to no one on SBR about how the rest of you suck.

Have a nice day.

Instead of taking a break and walking round, going outside, doing anything… I’ve been sitting here IMing with Shutter about what I missed at work on Friday. Does this mean I have a problem?

At least Monty is Playing Duran Duran. I Like Duran Duran. And Rocky Horror Picture Show songs!

Soon, I’ll have to put my shades on. I don’t know why, but I do that every Thursday Night, when I do Shitty Blog Radio. It’s just a geek thing, I guess.

I think I need to find some thing to keep me occupied. I’m bored to tears.

I feel like now would be an appropriate time to wow you into sponsoring me. But I don’t know how much ‘wow’ I have in me. And I’m not just saying that because my ass has been planted in front of this PC for 12 hours.

I’m just not a ‘ wow’ kind of guy.

Here are the facts:

I’m blogging for Freedom from Hunger.
They are great Charity Dedicated to end hunger worldwide.
I will match 10% of the total pledge amount.
I am, by nature, an angry bitter son of a bitch. Yet I am doing this thing.
If you want to pledge, click the shiny blue button.

At 9:00 PM, I’m turning off my stream for a bit. I’m gonna listen to my friend Monty. But don’t worry I’ll broadcast some more later.

So I decided on a block of Floyd. Since my only listener doesn’t get the difference between real Floyd and new Floyd. We consider this to be educational programming. Besides the Floyd makes me happy.

I’ve got this Red Bull in front of me still, but I’m trying to hold off on drinking it…

Never mind. I drank it.

I have no idea what the fuck I am going to post about now. So this could get ugly. Or boring. Or just plain lame.

I can hear what you are thinking… (Lame… How can I will the difference?)

Very funny.

Don’t look now… I think I got a second listener.

I may have to resort to watching TV and telling you about. Or should I read comic books to you?

As I was saying, I found myself in charge (if not officially) of setting up an Exchange Server and getting my department using Exchange/Outlook without fucking up the existing Groupwise environment.

This is exactly the kind of thing I got into this industry to do. And I’m good at it. Not just the technical parts either. There is another side to these things. I had to get this group of engineers to do what I, a lowly tech, wanted them to do.

I did what I do well, I listened to them, heard there concerns and wants. I put together a plan that took those things into consideration. That part went perfect.

I’d love to tell you that the technical part was flawless, but it wasn’t. There were snafus and things that I hadn’t anticipated. But nothing that set the project back. I was able to make all work.

While this was happening, other things were changing. Our CIO shook up our pay scale and our Org Chart. He made it so he could promote people with out waiting for people to die. One of the people he promoted with this change was me. It went into effect with FY08 (July 1,) but I knew it was coming almost 2 months ahead of that. There was also an extremely healthy raise that went with that.

The only thing I can complain about is I never got to confront my boss. And I had planned the whole thing out.

And now you are all caught up.

So should I play a block of Floyd or a block of Green Day?

I’m still picking at my dinner here. I’ll get back to my narrative about the job. We’ve got all night.

In the mean time, if any of you are in Oklahoma, please call 911. Monty has just eaten something called a Chocolate Fried Pie. It makes my freezer Burrito sound like health food. I’m guessing it will give her a heart attack. It’s probably wise to have the paramedics on hand just in case.

I have sitting in front of me SF Red Bull #2. I’ll drink it soon.

In other news, my feet are cold. Have no fear, I got some wools socks to warm them up.

I think I’m bored. I think I need to play a block of Ska soon.

We are going to wait a bit to pick up the very interesting story of my job. Ok, it’s not that interesting. I can’t help it. I’m boring.

I’m having dinner now. Freezer burritos and taquito, with salsa and sour cream. Total bachelor dinner.

While I’m eating, let’s thank Sparky for becoming the latest super hero to sponsor me during this blogathon.

What super hero would you be?

As I was saying, I was ready to demand a promotion (or at least an increase in the level of my responsibilities) or find a new job.

Before I got a chance to confront my boss, things started to change. The changes were gradual, and I didn’t recognize them at first. I became more involved with the AD migration. You have to understand that there isn’t an actual migration at this point. It’s more of a discussion of a migration. Most of the time it is bogged down with management and how its going to happen and how much it will cost.

But I was more involved in the Administration of the backbone AD infrastructure that exists. In April, opportunity knocked and leaped to answer the door. Our CIO, my boss’s boss, decided migration or not, he wanted to use Outlook for his email instead of Groupwise. And he wanted it right now.

My boss dropped this bomb on the engineers and they reacted predictably. They started listing reasons why it wouldn’t work and pointing out problems with the idea. I said, I don’t think that this is going to be that difficult.

A couple informal meetings later, I was unofficially in charge of this project. This was exactly the kind of opportunity that I had been looking for

To be continued…

I haven’t blogged about anything but blogathon or backpacking for a long time it seems.

So I’ll update you on the other shit that’s been going on. Or at least some of it.

A number of months ago, in November or December, it occurred to me that my job was falling into a rut. I was hired as a Network Technician. Meaning that I provided second tier onsite support. (That didn’t really clear it up, did it?) If you worked in the same company as me, and you put in help desk call, and the monkeys at the help desk couldn’t fix it remotely, the call would get routed to me. It’s not a bad job. I got to drive around and fix stuff. The users loved me cause they knew I would take care of them.

But I was overqualified for this. The engineers meanwhile, were planning a migration to Active Directories. This happens to be my area of expertise. They would hit me up for ideas and shit, but since I had to be out onsite, it left me out of the loop.

I decided that something needed to give. I understood that politics of our bureaucracy didn’t really give much of a chance to get promoted. For that to happen, one of the existing engineers would have to quit or die. I planned to demand of boss, during my review in the spring, that she, if not promote me, let me take on Network Engineering duties. If there wasn’t more money for me, I could live with that, but I needed to have my skills put to use.

And if that didn’t work out, I was prepared to start looking for a new job.

To be continued…

I can’t even begin to describe to you what just happened to me.

It just wouldn’t make sense.

Here’s what you need to know.

It sucked. It’s a good thing that there is no one else home. I’ll survive, but it’s not going to improve my mood.

On the positive side, I’m enjoying a power block of Three Dog Night right now. And yes, I do take requests. IM me (jeckles1@Y!.) Email me (jeckles@gmail.com) or even call me (206-339-9147) and leave a message.

What the fuck am I going to do about dinner.

… having a blog no one reads.

Okay, okay. A few people read the blog. Fewer yet listen to the radio show. Which begs the question, why bother?

I’m being serious here. Why should I even bother. I bet that the half dozen people who have sponsored me would donate the money, if I just asked.

Which makes me wonder what the point of being part of this whole thing is.

I’ll be adding a button to link to listen to this radio nonsense to the rest of my posts. I’m sure you’ll ignore it.

I guess I’m feeling sorry for myself, a bit, but it bugs me.

Also I don’t know what the fuck to write about right now.
It’s too early to be this lame.

It’s times like these that I wish I didn’t blog anonymously. I could raise so much more money if I approached my friends and family with this. But I can’t do that.

Most of them don’t even know that I blog. I don’t even want to think what it would be like if they knew about it at work.

It wouldn’t be pretty. I hear them make comments sometimes.

“God, she is such a freak. I bet she’ll go home and blog about this.” And then they’ll all laugh. And I laugh too. I don’t need them to know that I do this.

If they knew, they’d start reading into everything I write about work. I’d blog about using a sick day for a ‘metal health day,’ and I have my boss call me into her office.

It would be bad. I just know it. So I’m a closet blogger. It’s best this way.

I know that plenty of bloggers are very open about the fact that they blog, I don’t understand how that works for them.

Just one more thing to hate about blogging.

For the record, I think my monitor hates me.

Yes. You missed a block of Disco and Rage on Shitty Blogathon Radio. I know you don’t care. I don’t care that you don’t care. So there.

Mango was there. He eggs me on, you know. He tries to get me to do bad things. Very bad.

I think I have been in front of the PC too long. I mean I’m used to being in front of a computer, but this is relentless. At least I work, I get interrupted with meetings and phone calls and Shutter. All I have here is Geek Blog, Misfitopia, IM and Shitty Radio. It may be making me a bit crazy.

Mango informs me that CBS is broadcasting an XBox360 GuitarHero Championship. This is fucking retarded. Do I really need to elaborate.

Mango is going back to whatever it is that he is doing in Buffalo. So I’ll be back to being kind of alone. Again. He says he’ll be back in the middle of the night. I’ll play Enya and GnR to celebrate.

And maybe some ‘All Along the Watchtower.’

What was it that Tyler Durden said about ‘the Happy Place?’ You know… when he was giving the narrator a chemical burn?

Nevermind.

I lost a post. Temporarily. I found it again. (It was the time stamp thing. It’s fucking with me.) For the brief time it was gone, I though I had lost what was left of my fragile mind.

Also, Thank you Utopia!

Thanks, for not killing me. Cause we all have a healthy fear respect of your mad scientist skills. Also thanks for the pledge. YOU ARE A WINNER!

I saw that one of Mike Vick’s co-defendants is going to cop a plea. This doesn’t look good for Vick. To add insult to injury it looks like Nike is going to severe their ties with him. They didn’t do that to Kobe. This is going to get ugly. Which is good, cause I was out of Paris Hilton news.

The Ravens report to training camp in just over 24 hours. I can’t wait.

I can’t believe it is after 3:00 PM. I seem to be unable to keep track of what’s going on. I’ll blame Mango for no discernible reason.

This just in… this post sucks. Hell, this blog sucks.

And that’s OK, I didn’t really want suggestions for Shitty Blog Survivor tasks… (Yes I did. That was sarcasm.)

At least the Red Bull was tasty.

I think I need to find my happy place.

I suppose that this means we are over a quarter of the way through this. That’s something.

I have no idea what to write about.

I could tell about you about how I got banned from Blog Explosion.
Or how fucked up the Radio situation was last year.

But that stuff will only get me in more trouble than I already am.

I could tell you about Shitty Blog Survivor. Yes that’s what I should do.

I have this club. The Shitty Blogs Club. It’s kind of like a joke, except it’s a real club. It’s difficult to explain. Every year we play Survivor. Like the TV show.

Except that I have never seen the TV show, so maybe it is way different.

We start with say 10 or 12 bloggers. They are all given a stupid task to perform by a set deadline. Like ‘Carve a Watermelon like you would a Pumpkin’ or ‘Dress Up in 40 different Items of Clothes’ or ‘Compose and Sing a Song about Survivor Island.’ You get the idea.

Actually, you could help me. There are currently 3 Survivors left on Shitty Blog Isle and I owe them a task. I have no idea what to give them.

Any Suggestions?

Did I tell you that I’m going to a concert?

I’m too old to go to concerts really. And I’m not willing to spend the $500 that it costs to see U2 or the Stones these days. But I heard that Ratdog is touring again. A quick search on the web told me that they would have a show in driving distance of where I live.

A long drive, but still.

They will be playing in some amphitheater in the Poconos. Capt. Shutter and I will be making a road trip of it. We’ll drive, get a camping site, and then head to the concert…

What’s that? You don’t know who Ratdog is? That’s ok, most people don’t. It Bob Weir’s band. You know, Bob Weir the rhythm guitarist from the Grateful dead. After Jerry Garcia died and the Dead were no more, one Weir’s side projects evolved into Ratdog.

I saw them in 1996 at the Further Festival in Va Beach. It was awesome.

It will be great. We’ll go hang out with the Dead Heads and watch a great show. The Allman Brothers will be playing too. It should be a great show. And then we’ll head back to the camp ground and chill.

You must be jealous. You should be. This will be the first concert I’ve been to in ten years. And at least I won’t have to worry about feeling old. I’m guessing the median age there will be north of 50.

It’s for a good cause…
It’s for a good cause…
It’s for a good cause…

I might cry if no one else sponsors me during this thing. I realize that this would make me a big pussy, but it is what it is.

In my refrigerator, there are four Sugar Free Red Bulls. I think it will soon be time to help my self to one of those.

I also think that my plan to write quality posts is getting shot to hell.

Look at this post for example. It sucks.

If I were a daddy blogger, then I could just post cutesy pictures of my kids. Which they would find when they were older and resent me forever. Well… resent me more.

So this is all about charity, right? And that’s more than jsut money, am I right? It’s about action and practicing what you preach.

You want to do some good today? Really good? Go over to Mango’s blog. And say something nice. He deserves it. No one should have to go through what he has the past few days (even though most of have or will.) I’m serious, I’m talking about a guy who is dealing with loss and all that comes with it, and he sends me an email apologizing that he can’t be around for the blogathon. Please.

So go do that. It won’t cost you a cent. And it might make you feel good.

So if you hate this… it’s only going to get worse.

For lunch: 3 hot dogs, with Yellow Mustard and Dill relish; some tortilla chips and a Diet Mountain Dew.

Excuse me a moment while I chew.

OK. Yellow Mustard and Dill Relish. It’s the only way to go. I’ll never understand why everyone wants to use sweet relish. Almost everyone likes Dill Pickles. Why not dill relish? I go to the store and there is like an entire section dedicated to relish, but only like 3 jars of dill relish. The Fuck?

I know. You don’t care. But I’m eating the hot dogs and that is what is on my mind.

To think I promised to fill you in on the boring fucking details of my life, and all you get is me babbling about lunch. I can’t help it, lunch is important to me. And just think later when I get around to talking about my boring life, it will actually seem interesting in comparison.

While, I’m babbling about lunch, I’ll get this off my chest. People make fun of me for drinking a diet soda with a less that healthy meal. Why? Cause it would make more sense to pile 140 empty calories on top of my 3 hot dogs. I always drink diet soda. although I don’t drink much soda in general. I’m a coffee and water kind of guys, with a nasty Red Bull habit. Sugar Free Red Bull that is.

I hope you enjoyed lunch as much as I did. And no mustard stains, thank you very much.

Like most days…

It’s lunch time and I am filled with rage. Don’t ask. It just seems to work that way. Maybe it’s techno music I’m listening to. Wanna listen. Go to SBR and click on one of the links on the sidebar. To the best of knowledge, they work.

I’ve get left over hot dogs on the menu. Who wants to figure out the over/under on me spilling mustard on me. It’s pathetic. I know.

To expand on the point that i was failing to make earlier. All I’ve wanted to do was to be popular. In high school and college that would have never happened. It’s not likely to happen at work. But, You would think… at least I would, that on the Internet, I’d have a chance.

The playing field should leveled. Looks don’t matter. Background doesn’t matter. Yet, the blogosphere (and elsewhere on the ‘net) makes its own cliques. I hate it.

Wanna know what else sucks? I really though it would take long for me to be reduced to rambling, babbling.

I’ll babble some more after lunch.

I was so plucked that I didn’t even get the “Sponsor this Blog’ button up last time.

God, I suck.

And If I don’t figure out how to get some lunch soon, I’m screwed. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I started getting very regimented on when I eat. Which is good, I suppose… but when I get off schedule, it fucks wit me a lot. You know… like right now.

Did I mention I hate blogging.

I’m not sure why I don’t just write. For myself. On my computer and leave it there. It would eliminate a lot of my frustration. It’s my own… insecurity… need for affirmation… something that makes me blog. I could write and save it to the hard drive. But I would never know if you got it. I wouldn’t know if I had got my point across.

But by the same token, I have always felt like there is some huge blogging community out there. And I am some where outside of it.

I know. I know.

It’s my own fault. I don’t play the GAME. Hell, I don’t even understand the game, nor do I want to. Most of the time this shit doesn’t bother me at all. I just do my thing. I have my few, but extremely loyal groupies readers. But sometimes, like when those stupid awards come out or during this blogathon, it begins to get to me.

I read other blogs and it sounds like they are all blogging this thing together. I feel like I’m sitting here at my computer, alone, blogging. Do the rest of them have a better imagination than I do? Are they IMing back and forth between posts. Calling each other on the phone?

I don’t know. This is probably my tendency to be extremely literal giving me a hard time again.

Yes. It is hard to be me. No. I do not expect you to feel the slightest bit sorry from me. Yes. I do expect some of you to mock me derisively.

Did you ever feel like you were trying to make point, but had no idea what the hell it was? No? Must just be me and my aneurysm .

Thank you. You’re too kind. I’ll be here all fucking day, don’t forget to tip.

Am I bit plucked….

Yes I am.

Of course, I’ll just be told that I’m not a good sport. Not a team player. You would think that I would be used to that by now.

I apologize that this isn’t a very good post. I don’t have a lot of time to put this together.

Instead of writing during the last 30 minutes, I’ve been fucking with my template. My template that has been perfectly good for over a year now (including last year’s blogathon.) I’ve added a time stamp.

That, in and of itself, wouldn’t be so bad. But then I discovered that blogsome doesn’t change for daylight savings time automatically. So the first six posts were an hour early. I had to change my time to reflect DST and then I had to update the time stamps on each of those posts.

Fucking great.

I certainly hope it helps a lot. A whole lot.

And now my head ache has gone into overdrive. Excuse me while I go find some coffee… and Advil.

That would be the flaw with not having a plan for the day.

Just two hours in and I have no idea what the fuck I am going to write about. Go me!

The wife and kids are going to pack up soon and leave me here chained to my computer. It’s probably for the best.

It’s not like I’m any kind of company right now.

I’m not a good writer by any stretch of the imagination, but I for whatever reason, I keep doing it. I don’t think I could ever do it on a deadline. This makes me a little bit nuts.

Ironically, or maybe it’s not as ironic as I think it is, I work better on a deadline. Go figure.

I’ve been a really shitty blogger the last few months, not a Shitty Blogger, but just plain shitty.

I suppose, I could spend the next few hours writing about what has been going on with me, since I’ve neglected to blog about it. Of course, those who listen to SBR already know most of this shit.

My head hurts again. I hope it’s lunch time soon.

As I was saying…

There is plenty of food, more than enough.

I truly believe that there is enough food out there to prevent chronic hunger forever. It’s just not all in the right place.

We can fix this. (No smartass, I don’t want you to mail that left over piece of pizza to Africa.) A relatively small amount of money can help not only feed people who are starving, but help to education them on how to manage finance and improve infrastructure.

And if it is possible to fix this, and I believe it is, then we must do this. How can it be that there are people starving, when it can be fixed?

So I picked Freedom from Hunger for my charity. They believe, as I do, that hunger can be eliminated.

Hey, you can help too! Five dollars can make a difference. $25 is huge! And $100 would be AWESOME! You want to be awesome, don’t you?

And I’m putting my money where my mouth is. I’m matching 10% of the total pledges. I want to get up to $500 in pledges before this is done. I know it is unlikely, but I would love nothing more than to have to shell out $100 to match a $1000 in pledges.

I’ll be back in 30 minutes. Hell… I’ll be here all day.

Do you ever wonder how people come to choose a charity to get behind? I mean not just blogathon either. How do celebrities end up sponsoring this charity or that charity? I guess they have people for that. People who go find charities that match their interests (and will best serve their PR people.)

I, believe it or not, don’t have people. Yet I still had to pick a charity. For me, this wasn’t easy. I am passionate about many things and there are dozens of charities that address these things. How to narrow it down to one that I am willing to give up a day of my life for. How to pick one that I am willing to ask friends and strangers to support?

It wasn’t easy. But I think that one of the things that upsets me the most is this: I live in a country that thrives on excess. Super-sized fast food, big-fucking-sodas at the convenience store. And Junk Food. Everywhere I look, there is food and too much of it. More than we really need. And that’s fine I guess.

But here’s the rub, if we have so much extra, how is it that anyone, anywhere is starving?

I think this thought is bigger than the time I have… I’ll finish it in the next post!

I am always amazed when I read about people’s plans for the Blogathon. Some of them throw parties or watch movies. Some of them set a theme for their posts or have contests.

Not surprisingly, I’m not doing any that shit. It’s not that I don’t approve. (OK maybe I don’t, but that’s not why.) It’s that typically when I blog it takes me almost 30 minutes, sometimes longer, to put my posts together. I guess my posts are longer than average and it doesn’t help that I can’t really type. But the real problem is that I simply think too much about it. It’s just the way I am.

The really sad part is that for all the time and effort, this is the end result.

So my plan is simple. I will sit here and write 49 posts over 24 hours. I will try to give each post the attention that I would to any ‘regular’ post. (In other words, I will do my best not to give you the “Wow I still 12 hours to go.” post.)

Honestly, I’m not criticizing anyone else’s effort here. It is just my goal, again, to remain consistent to my style of blogging. It seems like the least I can do for my Charity.

In addition to blogging, I’ll do the radio thing, but that won’t take much effort. And I’ll drink coffee. And Sugar-Free Red Bull.

Man I suck at this.

I might as well get this out of the way early.

I feel like shit. I’ve got a sinus infection and a brutal headache to go with it. And that would be quite enough, but it’s not all. My stomach seems to be upset too. And I guess this ventures into that TMI place that bloggers love to go. But it’s not making it easy to planted in front of this computer for 24 hours.

But I will. Because I’m more stubborn than I am grumpy.

And while I’m complaining, I should probably mention now that I hate blogging. Yes, I do realize that is a contradiction. And no I can’t explain it. I’ve been trying, unsuccessfully, to explain this contradiction over the course of three years of blogging. I don’t expect that I’ll have any better luck in the next 24 hours.

Also. Why is it always a beautiful day when we do blogathon. Maybe we should consider doing this in January.

Did I mention that I have a headache…

On a completely different note, if anyone does listen to “radio” thing, you should that I take requests and have over 20,000 songs to choose from. Let me know if you want to hear something. The best way to reach is me is jeckles1 @ Y! Messenger. If you don’t IM I still do email: jeckles at gmail dot com.

Most of the readers that will cross this space today, don’t know me. (I’m not one of the popular kids.) So I guess maybe I should start by telling you a little about me.

I’m a 35 year old Network Engineer by trade. I’m into Sci Fi, Comic Books and music.

And I’m a bit grumpy. (Okay more than a bit, but I don’t want to scare any one off.)

Once again, I’m blogging for Freedom from Hunger in this blogathon. Sponsor me. It will make you feel good. On every post I’ll have a convenient button to make it easy sponsor me. IN addition, at the end of this thing, I will pledge 10% of the total amount of pledges that I have.

During the duration of the blogathon, I will be broadcasting on Mango Radio. Nothing special, just sharing the music that I’m listening to to keep me going. If you want to listen use one of these links: Winamp, WMP, RealPlayer Quicktime.

I guess that will do for now. There is no rush, we have all day and all night together.

I went backpacking. Again. I know, it’s almost boring. It was a great weekend.

I’m sure its just me being paranoid, but as the end of Dubya’s term gets closer, I keep waiting for some one to announce that they are extending his term indefinitely, citing terrorist threats and what not.

Thanks Monty, Mango and WK for sponsoring me in the blogathon. You can sponsor me too. Dammit.

Two weeks till training camp starts. I can’t wait.

I got a promotion at work. I am now, officially, a Network Engineer. But you can still call me Jeckles.

I’ve changed my gym routine around a bit. I’ve added more emphasis to muscle training. I’ve also added protein shakes to my diet. I’m seeing good results.

Shitty Blog Radio is stupid. My mother has never listened to it. (And this is a good thing.) But for some reason she keeps telling everyone in my extended family about it. I spent an uncomfortable 15 minutes yesterday, trying to explain to my nice Christian cousins what is I do on the internet radio. Maybe my mom should listen. I bet she’d stop telling family about it.

Shitty Blog Survivor is even dumber.

And now my lunch break is over.

Today is the day that all the Blogathon participants are supposed to post about the Blogathon.

I suppose the idea is that it’s supposed to generate traffic and interest to the blogathon. I guess that they just don’t understand about my blog.

NO ONE READS IT.

Okay… I know that you do, but you have to admit it’s lonely around here. It’s my fault. I know.

It always is.

I shouldn’t have gone for so long with out blogging. I just didn’t seem to have anything to blog about. Funny that, cause I always have plenty to say.

But, back to the topic at hand. Go check out the blogathon.

And sponsor me. Dammit. I mean it.

Give me your fucking money. No. Wait. That’s not right. Let me try again.

Pledge your fucking money to help end hunger.

It’s not perfect, but it’s better. I’ll keep working on it.

I know you feel you can’t afford it. I’ll tell you what, just pledge five bucks. You can do that. I know you can. And when your done, ask some one else to do the same.

Hmm.

Still nothing.

I’m asking here, I mean I really want to know. What do I have to do get your pledge? Let me know.

So it’s all done.
It wasn’t as bad as I expected.

Some things plucked, but that is to be expected with this kind of nonsense.

I think I almost just dozed off.

Wouldn’t that be dumb…. to doze of at 20 till nine.

I know that most of the people that came by here will never come back.
Good. We don’t want you anyway.

But the few of you who have demonstrated a more refined taste and will be back…
You rock. But you knew that .

We raised $534.01!

We rock!

Have a good Sunday Bloggers!

I don’t think much of people.
I assume the worst.

This is your last chance to prove me wrong about you.

Sponsor me.

It is a safe bet that I finish.
It is for a good charity.

Give me a reason to say something nice about you.
I double dog dare you.

You can back down from a double dog dare.

I signed up for the blogathon for 2 reasons.

One was a good reason.
One was a petty reason.

I signed up to raise money for a good charity.
That was a good reason.
I have been successful in that regard, I think.

I also signed up because it seemed like last year I read so many blogathon blogs that were reduced to one line (or near one line) posts, that where all, this is so hard. That made such drama about doing what it was they promised to do.

It irked me.

I said to my self, I can do this and give complete posts. I can maintain some dignity at least until it gets late.
I can do better, I told myself.
That is a petty reason.

But I think I did pretty good on that front.
I didn’t anticipate the Radio thing… but even so, it worked out.

My point?

Yeah right.
There’s no point.

What I will not be doing as soon as this is over is go to sleep.

I’m tired enough.
But my sleep schedule is messed up enough as it is. It can’t take that.

If I were to go sleep at 930 or 10, I would wake up at like 7 in the evening and then I would be up till almost time to get up.

No. I need to stay up.
I may take a little nap or something.
I certainly may not be doing much.

But I need to keep myself mostly awake till 9 or 10 tonight then sleep through.
That’s my plan, any how.

Anyone have any idea how many blogathoners did not make it this far?
Just being nosey.

at least monty is still talking dirty to me.

Shit.

I still haven’t got that coffee.

Excuse me.

It was an egg sandwich.
And it was good.

And I’m drinking a soda.
A Diet Berries & Cream Dr. Pepper, to be precise.

Why?
I don’t know. She brought it to me.
I drink it.

Typing has never been my strong point, but this is ridiculous.

My wife is laughing at me right now.

Apparently me typing is humorous or something.
I’m afraid it is ‘or something.’

Hey all you blogathonners that are coming through here…

I have a question for you.
Was it worth it?
Will you do it again?
What will you do differently?

Hmm. That was more than one question.

Now about that coffee…

I woke her up.
Nicely.

I think I hear noises in the kitchen.
I’m hopeful that this will result in an egg sandwich.
And coffee.

I need coffee, but not before I get something solid in my stomach.

I’m not going to get in to things that I don’t know the details of…
but I can safely say, once again, people suck.

Given a chance to be small, narrow minded and short sighted, they will.
Stupid people.

Wow. This is much easier when I’m not trying to do a Radio Show.

Those of you who listened…
You rock!

The rest of you…
well do I need to spell it out?

I’ll keep you posted about breakfast. I know that you are on the edge of your seat about this.

And that makes this the home stretch.
Let me make some coffee. and regroup from my DJing thing.

I put a lot of myself in to that.
It wears me out. I need to re-focus. Again.

Do you think I can convince my wife took me breakfast?

Yeah. Me either.

But I can dream.

But I can’t sleep.
(I bet that’s not as funny if you haven’t been up all night.)

I have a lot of reading to catch up on.
I’ll be back.

It’s because it isn’t very good.

Yet I keep it doing it.
I’m stubborn like that.

I guess you could say that I have the same issue with this blog.

Why not see if you can surprise me and sponsor me.
Hell, I might even say something nice about it.
You know you want to.

Don’t you?

DJing on MAngo Radio…
Posting there too.

And of course I’m still here.

Rumor has it that I’ve offended at least a few people. (on the Internet Radio)
Good.

At least I’m getting a response.

Anything is better than silence.
But you guys know that.

Anyone who blogs knows about that.
Nothing is worse (in blogging) than posting something and getting…

nothing but tumbleweeds.

Shutter has gone home to get some sleep.

Lucky bastard.

My brand of radio… check that

Internet Radio…

Any way… my style bugs some people.
Not surprising.

I have that effect on people.

I am so not doing a good job at juggling all of this.

It hasn’t gotten any better.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about… be glad.

I didn’t realize how much I wanted to do this radio thing.
I can’t wait until Shutter leaves.

It can’t happen soon enough.

I’m wired!

I’ve lost my mind.
and to make it worse…

Shutter is egging me on.

If you want listen go here.
Join the rest of the losers in the chatroom.

It’s not much of a post… but at least it is more than one sentence.

For the next three hours, I am pulling triple duty.

I’ll be blogging here.
I’ll be Blogging there.
And I’ll be on the air.

Christ, that rhymes.

Feel free to check out the show.
But if you are easily offended, don’t bother.

I’m still not sure how I let myself get roped into this…

I’ll be on the air in 30 minutes.
Like you didn’t know that already.

Here’s the skinny:

Tune in to listen here.
Go to the chatroom here.
And see me post here as well as … here.

Of course with all of this build up… you are bound to be disappointed.

Oh well… you’ll find that life is full of little disappointments.

I’m reading the Chatroom over at Mango Radio.

This is a bad sign.
I hate chatrooms.

I’m also clock watching.
Another bad sign.

But I can’t help it.
Mostly I’m waiting to go on Mango Radio.
Then I can Yell and cuss and make an ass of myself.
It’s as good a way to pass the time as anything else I can think of.

I’ll give you the details of me on Mango Radio next half hour.

In the meantime I need to get some more coffee.

Did I mention that I’ve been doing the Internet Radio DJ thing for almost a year now?
I think I did.
You would that that after a year, I’d be pretty good at it, but you’d be wrong.
I think I might be the worst DJ on the station.
Hell, I could easily be the worst DJ on Internet Radio.

Do be sure to tune in.

I apologize in advance for the whole fiasco.

I know it’s getting bad when Shutter is nagging me that it is time to start making a post.

But the truth is that I’m drawing a bit of a blank here.
It’s not that I have nothing to say (That will never happen!)

I’m just having trouble condensing those thoughts in to nice blog sized posts.

Since I seem to be unable to produce an original thought right now…

I’ll tell you what I’ve been reading.

WK has been reduced to eating cheese whiz from the can.
Utopia’s top Five List Marathon continues.
Monty is dancing around her house (naked, I hope)
My Monitor has been reduce to the dreaded meme’s

And I have been reduced to linking to other people in lieu of content.

And you…
yes you can fucking sponsor me.
I could use the pick me up.

90 minutes till my turn at Mango Radio.

Yes. Popcorn.
With lots of butter.
I’ll hate myself at the gym next week. But I always hate myself at the gym.

And I don’t settle for Microwave popcorn either.
I have a real popcorn popper. The kind that needs oil. It’s soooooo good.

I think I’m getting tired.
And running out of shit to say.

2 hours till I’m on the air at Mango Radio.
Don’t get excited.
I’m not good when I’m prepared…
and I am nothing like prepared.
I have no plan.
Except that I’m sure I’ll do some yelling.
I like to yell.

Oh. Don’t forget.
You are still allowed to sponsor me.

Go ahead.
It’s good for you.

I just spent my half hour doing nothing useful.

And now i have nothing to show for it.
Not even popcorn.

At least Shutter is being productive.

At this point, I can’t wait to be on the radio… at least that will keep busy.
I’m watching the clock like it’s Friday afternoon and I’m at work.

And I have a headache.

I know. Boring and whining. Bad combo.

I’m off for some Advil and some popcorn.

And I think I’ll taunt Shutter.
It won’t improve the quality of my blogging…
but it will entertain me.

I’m boring.

You don’t have to say anything.

I know it’s true.
I’ve seen what I’ve written.
It’s not exactly riveting.

That would explain why literially 100s of people have come to this site today and very few have commented.
Even less have sponsored me.

grrr.

But it’s isn’t today anymore.
It’s tomorrow. At least it will be when you read this.
Except that then it will be today.
And now will have become yesterday.

(See what I mean about he boring.)

I need to find something to do to entertain myself.
I still have 3 hours before I go on Mango Radio.

Maybe I’ll fight with Shutter.

The First Rule of Fight Club is…

Or maybe I’ll just make some popcorn.

This is for charity.

I have mixed emotions about charity.
I know that sounds weird, but it’s true.

I think that too many people don’t take Charity very seriously.
They shell out the money but they do it because it is fashionable or trendy.

To me it more important to help a person in real need (putting a blanket in the hands of a homeless person or to give food or clothing right to a family in need) than to write a check.

That’s crazy isn’t it?
Who cares why they do it…
as long as the money goes to help people.

I’m not so sure. When you just right a check, when you only participate to be trendy or whatever, you do not have to see what is going on.

I think if we were all confronted with these up close, we would harder to make sure that people were not left behind.

I’m not right.
I know this.
That’s not to say you shouldn’t give money.
But be aware of what you are doing.

I guess that is what I am saying.
Go learn about the charities involved.
Don’t just give money to a blogger.
Pledge money to help fix something. To make something right.

Thanks.

I don’t watch the news.
I don’t read newspapers.
I don’t read Time or Newsweek.

Oh I used to.

I used to watch MSNBC/CNN/FOXNews everyday. And read Newsweek cover to cover.

But I gave it up.
It’s not that I don’t want to be informed.

I have stopped believing that the ‘news’ is a source of information.

The News is all about viewers/readers/whatever.

If people aren’t interested in what is happening in Iraq or Afghanistan or where ever the News isn’t going to report on it.

That’s only half of it…

When I do ended reading or seeing the news, I get so mad.
People are so dumb. There is no good reason for all this killing going on. On either side.

And there is nothing I can do about it.
Nothing.

I hate it.

So I ignore it as much as I can.

That may be irresponsible, but that is where I am right now.

WebKittyn is trying to quit smoking.

Good for her. Everyone should.

I quite smoking almost 7 years ago.
I used to smoke 3 packs a day. I can’t even imagine it anymore. The thought of smoking a cigarette makes me sick.

I used to do a lot of things.
No more.

I just blog and drink coffee.

I’m so boring.
Just a boring old geek.

Shutter is here but he is studying (on a Saturday night… what a dork.)

I am focused as I’m bound to get.

I wish I could focus enough to write about soemthing besides this ‘thon thing.

Debi has sponsored me. She is my hero for this half hour.
Who wants to be next?
Sponsor me!

I’m looking at some of these other blogs and wondering if I’m trying to hard.
Of course this is the only way I know how to be, so it doesn’t really matter.

Do you think that coffee is done brewing yet…
Yes it is.

And it is strong.
Shutter likes Trucker coffee.

I know.

Just when i thought I’d get some peace and quiet.

No such luck.

I’d bitch more but he brought coffee.

Mmmm coffee.

I apologize in advance for drop off in the quality of my posts.

Shutter can be very distracting.
I may have to do something drastic.

But first I need to make coffee.

The kids are in bed.
The wife is too.

2 distractions taken care of.

I’m more than halfway there.

So far so good…

But (yes another but)

But this blogathon thing has brought over a hundred different people to this site.
Most of them will never come back after today. I’m cool with that.
But you would think that more than one of them would be able to make a pledge!

grrrr

It’s a blogathon!
It’s for charity!

You are supposed to make pledges!

Sponsor me. Dammit.

Step up to the plate.
It’s good for you.

I spend so many nights on my computer by myself.
Kind of bored.
I figure this will be no problem posting.

Suddenly, tonight I’ve got people emailing me.
IM’ing me.
Calling me.

All of these distractions.

I’m setting up a second PC.
Just to have it.
I’ve installed Linux, just to keep it interesting.

It works well…
But.
(there’s always a but)
The cursor moves like it is in molasses when you move the mouse.
It makes me nuts. A small problem but it is enough.

Bad news…

Capt Shutter may be joining me for the On air portion of this thing.

Sorry.

30 Minutes is not as long as you think it would be.
Got wrapped up talking a friend and now look at me.

I’ve got nothing.

Well, not nothing.
I still have Monty Talking dirty to me.

That’s a plus.

Oooops.
Did I say that out loud.

Maybe we’ll do better next time.

Or maybe from here on out the posting goes down hill.

Stay Tuned.

I believe I was talking about my Charity.
You know, the one that is the reason I am doing this.
I mean I wouldn’t spend a Saturday tied to my computer for no good reason.

OK I would, but I wouldn’t blog every 30 minutes.

Freedom from Hunger is my charity.
Their goal is to end chronic hunger. Not so much famine, but hunger caused by oppressive poverty and war. (and other causes I’m sure.) The way to solve these issues is to help the people rebuild their infrastructure and teach them how to maintain it.

It is a great cause. And I feel believe very strongly in it.

You can help by sponsoring me.

Cool?

Thanks.

I see coffee coming soon.
Not yet. If I rush it I’ll crash and burn.
And we can’t have that… can we?

I’ll try time it so that my coffee induced hysteria lines up with my time on Mango Radio.
Nothing like a sleep-deprived, caffeine crazed maniac screaming in to a microphone.

But it’s fine. I hate podcasating/internet radio more than I hate blogging.

Of course, by then I may have run right out of shit to say.
That would be a first.

Pizza was good.

With French Fries.

I thought for a minute I was going to break my self imposed no junk yard freeak out thing.

But now that I’m fed and full, I think I’ll be fine. Although Coffee will be in order. Soon.

Did you know that it isn’t too late to sponsor me.
You should.

I may be an asshole.
OK. I am without doubt an asshole.
But I am blogging for a good cause:

Freedom from Hunger.

Shit.
The clock says I’m done…
See ya in a bit.

Screw it! 20 Posts with little to no fluff…

PIZZA’S HERE!

mmmm pizza.

I’ll be back.

No I haven’t taken break yet…
I’m holding out for pizza!

The Ravens have reported to Training Camp.
Apparently Ray Lewis likes the team again and Billick claims he is control.

Of course.

I guess the same thing plays out all over the country this time of year.
Nearly every team is ready to make the playoffs. All the problems of last season have been addressed. The acquisitions during the off season have filled the teams needs.

Fans everywhere believe that their team can do it this time.

By week 3, we will have a better sense of reality.
But right now.
Right now, Our Team is going to go all the way!

It’s a great time of year.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

I collect comic books.

I guess I could just announce: I am a big dork!

I get a few titles; Batman and Robin, X-Men, a few others.
I love it.

When I was younger, I could never afford to keep up with it.
I’d collect for a month or two, but them I’d run out of money and stop.

Something about the way they are put together is perfect.
One picture.
A touch of dialog.
Repeat.

I don’t seem to be able to put into works the simple elegance of it.

I think that I haven’t read the most recent X-men yet.
That will be my treat.
Tomorrow I’ll just relax and read that.

That’s what I do.
I save them.
I don’t read them right away.
When I’m in the mood, I pull out an unread one and read it.

I guess comics are supposed to be kid stuff.

It must be my inner child that likes them.
Funny, I thought I killed my inner child.

My Blogathon monitor think I need a break…

What she doesn’t realize is that I’m always like this.

Like I said…
I suck.

But look, I’ve been talking to Mango Radio People.
I’ve been emailing.
And I haven’t been writing.

Once again, I suck.

So shitty useless post.

Deal with it.

Want to be amused…

Go listen to Utopia, she is angrier than me. (well almost.)

She is currently representing Mango Radio.

I feel like I should be saying nice things right now…
but I don’t have it in me right now.

Deal with that also.

Yeah… I’m a bundle of inspiration.

I’m a smart guy. I should be able to handle Time Zones. But it screws me up every time.
And of course, I’m talking to people from all over the place today.
“I’ll do this at 5.”
“It’s almost 2.”

I don’t know when you mean. I guess it’s cause I live on the Eat Coast and I’m spoiled a bit.
Everything is always in eastern time for me.

I just won a contest.

I know I said I wasn’t doing contests… I didn’t mean to. It just happened.

Over at Stale Betty’s. Go figure.

Am I losing my mind (don’t answer) or did I see a commercial for a Miami Vice Movie? (you can answer that)

I need to stretch my legs.
I think my ass is going numb.
I know, that was too much information.
Oh. Well.

I seem to have degraded into some kind of free association here.

Theme for this 24 hour thing: I suck!

I think that I’ve been in this chair too long.

I’m sure of it actually. But that’s not what I am her to talk about.

Unfortunately, I’m not sure what I am here to talk about.

Hopefully it will come to me.

There is a rant building with in me… but I don’t think it is ready to bubble over. Yet.
It is probably a bad idea to sing up for a blogathon when you hate blogging… that is all I’m saying.

I’m losing focus.
I’m ignoring the rest of it.

I’m here to put up 48 posts and raise money for a charity I care about.
If you are along for the ride… swell!

If not…

If not, it’s not like it really shocks me. I know what to expect.
Remember. I don’t fit in.
And I don’t want to.

I’m getting bored.
That is a problem…

I need to find something to amuse me.

I suck. I really do.
I should be used to it by now.

This is so much not what I was going to do.

Let me re-group and try again.

I really feel like I missed a post.

Or my numbers are off. Or something.

If so… ooops! If not, well … whatever.

I’ve been listening to Mango radio for hours. Not the Blogathon Radio but but the one that us DJ’s are doing to raise money for Autism Awareness. (Yes it is confusing as hell. But for today there are kind of 2 mango Radios… sometimes.)

So if you have a buck or two and it is burning a hole in your pocket. And you’re already pledged to sponsor my blog or you just don’t want to… go check out the Mango Radio Blogathon Blog or tune in and listen. Or Both.

I’ll be air on the air (on both feeds, I think) at 3 AM EDT. I promise to cuss and yell a lot, in between songs. I doubt anyone would want to hear that, but it’s just what I do. I’ll also be posting on that blog at the same time. In addition to posting here!

I didn’t plan to be double booked like that, but that is the way it turned out. So I’ll make the most of it.

Man this coffee is good. I just need to drink it nice and slow.

Niiiiice and sloooow.

I’ll try…

But I’ll fail.

I’m not reading to many of the blogathon blogs. I’m sorry. A little sorry anyhow.
I’m busy writing this shit, I just don’t have the time to surf random blogathoners. Besides, it reminds me of BE. But I won’t go there right now.

I am reading a few and I’m enjoying those.

So… a shout out to my friends Monty and Utopia. And I’ve started reading what Chris and Lisa are doing. And of course the Mango Radio Blogathon blog.

Not that you care.

I’ve finished my Thank You notes.

And I’m enjoying that last cup of joe…

I have more to say, but the clock keeps ticking, so this all you get…

Before my wife left for work, she asked me, “How much coffee do you think that you’ll drink today.”
“Like a lot. I need to stay up all night.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
“Why?”
“Well, (sigh) I just used the last of coffee to make this pot.”
…
“I’ll try to remeber to pick some up when I come home.”
“try to remember? Wait. When are you coming home?”
“I’m not sure.”
…
“Maybe like six or seven.”
…
…
…

I’ll finish off that pot with my next cup.

I do have some single serving coffee ‘pods.’

But. This could get ugly.
Well, (sigh) uglier.

The pod coffee is much better than you think it would be.

My poor kid is stuck watching TV by himself, while I do this and his mom works.
But he seems happy.

Later when he is a teenager, smoking pot and making my life miserable, remind me about this.
Thanks.

I wonder if anyone delivers coffee…
(and doughnuts!)

Wait. No fucking doughnuts.

This sucks. And I’m hungry. And rambling.

Let me finish off the coffee and we’ll take it from there.

I told myself I would write thank you’s to the people who sponsored me.
Nothing long, but it is important to let people know.
I did good. At first.

So I’m making up for it now.

Yes I’m writing little thank you emails instead of writing something clever.
OK. There was no fear of me being clever.

I’m taking a break from the thank notes to say:

Thank you to all of You anonymous sponsors!

It doesn’t matter who you are. I appreciate the support!

Now back to my thank you notes.

I don’t seem like the type to do something like the blogathon, do I?

I don’t think so either.

It’s cause things like this are always turned into an ‘event.’ I suck at events. (See last post.)
So excuse me while I ignore the rest of it and just blog.

Because I’m OK with blogging. I’m actually working very hard to make each of those posts like any post I would on this blog.
I hate filler. I don’t want that here. No one will appreciate it, but I’m not doing it for them. I’m doing ti for me.

Doing it for you? What about the charity?

I haven’t forgot the charity. But the Blogathon people would be fine if it put up a bunch “Wow. It’s time to post again!” posts.
And I’m sure later, in the middle of night. We’ll get there.

But I’m putting it off as long as possible.

I realize that these posts aren’t any good. I know that. I merely am pointing out that they are “jeckles-style” posts.

At least I have Mango to Entertain me. I don’t know what I’ll do when he goes off the air.

How bad do I suck? It only took like 4 posts for my “Monitor” to get bored with me.
Yeah. I suck.

I mentioned that last post.

I don’t. I never have. It’s cool.

I’m at peace with it. But that’s not good enough, I guess.

People try to get me to ‘join in’ or try to do things with other people.
It won’t work, I explain. It doesn’t matter. They insist.

There’s a point… I’m not sure if I can find it.

Let me try again.

I’m me.
I can be grumpy and cranky.
I don’t really know how to have fun like other people do. That’s not to say that I never have fun, but things that normal people seem to like, like bowling, don’t do it for me.

But for some reason people don’t get this. They try to tell me that it’s just a facade. I’m just acting like that, if I’d loosen up then I would have fun. They project some other personalty they think I should have on me.

And then when I act like me. They get disappointed and mad.

Which is frustrating, because I’ve always been up front about it.

So blogathon people, I’m a cranky son of a bitch. You’ve been warned.

Don’t be shocked when I blog something cranky, antisocial, hateful, spiteful, rantlike or what ever.
I don’t fit in with the other bloggers any better than I fit in with the guys at work or with my wife’s friends.

I can only be me. It’s not very good, but its all I have.

Yes, I’m writing about lunch.

Deal with it.

It’s a Gorton’s Shrimp Bowl. You remember the Friendly Gorton Fisherman. It’s not as bad as it sounded.
Of course, I chose it only because it was the only quick microwavable meal I had on hand.

It didn’t take long. I knew it wouldn’t. What am I talking about? It doesn’t really matter.

Hate my blog yet?
No.
Bored with it?
Yeah?
I get that a lot.

But I am what I am.

And I don’t fit in.

And I’m rambling. That didn’t take long either.

Well with lunch done, it’s time for more coffee.
At least coffee still loves me.

(Hey Mango… Tell us how you really feel!)

I’ve been a ‘DJ’ on Mango Radio for almost a year.

I put DJ in quotes because being a DJ on Internet Radio is hardly a real DJ.
I do a show every week. On Thursdays.

You aren’t missing anything. It’s the Worst Show on Mango Radio. It really is.

I just ramble. And swear. And play Shitty Music.

I bring it up, only because I’m going to being my Mango Radio Shtick tonight. At 3 am EST time. I think

The whole thing has been very confusing for me. I believe that I will be also be posting there at the same time. That should suck.

Why would you volunteer to do that?

Um. I didn’t.

But it will be fine. I’ll get on the air and scream and cuss and rant. And type fluff posts on 2 blogs. Nice. I’m looking forward to it. No. I’m not.

DJ’ing has always been a pain. It’s a lot of work. It’s time consuming. And it’s barely worth it for the 4 or 5 listeners I get every week.

But I keep doing it. Why? I don’t know. But I guess it is the same reason I keep blogging.

Probably it’s just that I don’t have a life.

And I still didn’t get any goddammed lunch. I only had time to make my kid a sandwich. Maybe this time.

If Could write a post with out going on and on about whatever it is that I think I have to say, this would be easier.

Luckily, this post has no point.

I think I just got a pledge for 5 pounds.
British Pounds.

Thanks.

I have no idea how much money that is. But that’s ok. I could go look it up, but like I have time for that.

Ravens Camp is going on right now. I could be there. But I’m here blogging. Dammit. I’ll just have to skip work one day next week to head over there.

I’m curios to see Steve McNair in action. We haven’t had a real quarter back in Baltimore since the Colts were here.
I’d love to be very optimistic about the Ravens this year, but first of all that’s not me and secondly, the AFC North is going to be very tough this year.

Are you listening to Mango Radio?

We (the DJs) will be on the air all day.

You can hear us here. Or not.

I want some lunch. I’ll be back. Of course.

It’s true.

I’ve been blogging for over 2 years. I’ve posted hundreds of bits of me on the Internet here and elsewhere.

But I always end up disappointed.
Stupid blog clubs irritate me.
Even my own stupid blog club.

It seems that every time I find a blog I love, the writer quits writing.

I hate that for the most part that only bloggers read blogs.
I hate that it tends to be reciprocal.
I’ll read yours if you read mine.

I hate a lot of things actually. (It’s part of my charm.)

So why do you blog if it bugs you so much?

Good Question.

I’ve been asking myself that for quite some time now.
I’ll probably ask again before this ‘thon thing is over.

That’s OK. You’ll be sick of me before this over. Trust me.
Happens to everyone.

Well almost everyone.

This is for charity. I’m sure you’ve heard.

My charity is Freedom From Hunger.
Why? Because it sounded good? Because I picked it from a hat?
No Sir.

Let’s back up…

I am very good at seeing what’s wrong with things. I’m not as good at doing something to make it better.
But I’m trying to get better. I really am.

One of the things that drives me nuts, is the way Americans are with food. Hell, we’re all fat. Just look around. Fat people every where. Burger King has sandwiches with 4 burgers on them. Any restaurant will put more on your plate than you need in a day. But we go ahead and get an appetizer and a dessert to go with it. We throw away enough food to end world hunger. I’m sure of it.

It makes me mad.

So when it came to pick a charity, I thought of Hunger.

Freedom from Hunger attracted me because of their approach.

They know that just giving money and food items will not solve the problem. Education is the answer. And that is what they do. The go to areas that are disrupted by war or chronic poverty and teach the people who live there how to sustain themselves.

This is me try to be part of the solution.

I’d be proud to have your pledge of support.
Sponsor me here.

Or Don’t. I’m cool either way. You’ve already exceeded my expections in pledges. Everything now is just icing on the cake

(OK. Perhaps that is the wrong metaphor to use here. But I can’t help myself.)

I think the natural reaction to doing some like this blogathon is to surround yourself with food.

Doughnuts, Corn Chips, Dip, HoHos, Nachos…

I’m getting Hungry.

I’m not going to do that.

I’ve been dieting and going to the gym and all that jazz. I don’t want to undo that in one day. So I’ll be good. It’s not so much willpower as those things just are not in my house. And it’s not like I have time to run to the grocery store.

I don’t really think of it as dieting. I think of it as training.

I go backpacking. A lot.

My last trip kicked my ass. I was out of breath and out of shape the entire weekend. I do not want to go through that again. My next trip is in the middle of August. I intend to be fit as I can be by then.

So…

No snacks for me. I had a rice cake for breakfast. You’re jealous aren’t you? I know you are.

Don’t worry… I’m planning on splurging on Pizza for dinner. All this blogging must burn calories… right?

I feel like I’m all over the place.

I also feel like I haven’t stopped typing on an hour.

Oh come on it couldn’t have taken that long to type those post…

True.

But I’ve been typing elsewhere.

You see I’m not just a blogger…
I’m a Shitty Blogger.
And a Mango Radio DJ.

As a result, I’ve put up a post on the Shitty Blogs Club Blog promoting the other Shitty Bloggers who are in this thing.

I’m also listening to Mango Radio’s 24 Podathon and in the Mango Radio Chatroom.

I think I need more coffee.

I’ll be on the air on Mango Radio later today.
Much Later.

And I’ll be here. All day.

I have coffee.

I love coffee. And coffee loves me. My love affair with coffee goes back to college.
Back then it was a red hot thing. I’d stay up late ’studying’ and drink coffee till I was nothing but a quivering mess.

But now I’m older. Much older. And coffee and I have been together for a long time.

We’ve settled down together.

I get up and drink several cups. Coffee keeps me warm inside. Coffee helps me deal with people without going in to a fit of rage.

And Coffee and I are going to do this blogathon thing.

In 30 minutes or so I’ll let you about some ‘blogathon events’ you should be aware of.

Here we are.

This is the big Blogathon.

48 posts posts for your amusement. All to show support for a good charity.

Sit back relax. We have all day and all night together.

I hope you enjoy it.

If 48 doses of Jeckles isn’t enough for you, I’ll be making some guest appearances here or there. I’ll tell you about those later.

I suspect I’ll get some new visitors through here today.
Poor guys, they won’t know what hit them.

This is an acquired taste.

So excuse me, I’m going to go get some coffee, find some music to listen to, and attempt to make the most of this.

I’ll be brief.

I’ll have all day tomorrow to say whatever it is I’m trying to say.

I reached my goal.
$500 Pledged.
Thanks.

But you can still sponsor me. (You can sponsor me up until the end of teh blogathon.)

Tomorrow, I’ll be here at my desk for 24 hours bringing you 48 posts. (Plus some other stuff… but I’ll tell you about that tomorrow.)

So stop by tommorrow and check back frequently. I’ll be posting every 30 minutes or so starting at 9:00 AM. I can’t promise it will be the most interesting blogging I’ve ever done, but I’ll do my best.

I’m going to get some sleep now. (It just seems liek I should be well rested for this.)

See ya tomorrow.

It is probably wrong of me to blog during work.

Luckily, I don’t care.

It’s almost time for the blogathon. You’ll be so relieved to have this whining for money come to an end.

But the thing is… I haven’t met my goal.
I really want to raise $500.

I know. You’re broke. You’ve already given to other bloggers. You hate me.

But think about it.

I’m an asshole. Everyone knows that. (I get reminded on a daily basis.)
But I’m doing this good thing.

You would expect all those nice people to do good things like this. Admit it, you were surprised that I signed up for this.

This is rare opportunity for you. To help me do something good and worthwhile. And if that isn’t enough, every dollar pledged not only goes to fight Hunger, it chips away at my cynicism (at least temporarily.)

Help me exceed my goal. Help to force me to act for the powers of good. Help chip away at my cynicism.

Pledge a few bucks. $5 would be awesome! You can afford five dollars. Just use the money you were gong to use to cheat your diet. You didn’t really need that ice cream cone anyway.

Do it!
Dammit!

You know you want to be one of the ones that put me over the top.

Now let me get back to work…

My blog was down.

I now believe it is back up.
If you can read this… just assume that it is back up.

I’m not in the mood for this.

Next weekend is the blogathon. It’s not too late to sponsor me.

It seems like a lot of these bloggers have big strategies for what they are gong to do to stay awake and what kind of shit they are going to post.
I have none of that.

If there is something you think I should be writing about during the blogathon, let me know… 48 post is a lot.

That’s all. I’m still having a bad day. I’m going to crawl back in my hole now.

I will not be reduced to being grumpy.
I will not.

But they are testing me. They really are.

So, I will focus on some of the positives.

I just got Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder yesterday. I had to order it off eBay. It was worth the wait.

I also managed to drag myself to the gym yesterday.
Going to the gym is a chore. You know the drill. You’re too tired. Too busy. Whatever. So you don’t go. Add to that the fact that my knee has been a mess. So the few times I have managed to go, it swells up and I can’t go back.

But I went. I got on the treadmill and ran. For 30 minutes. Which got me about 3 miles. and my knee… is OK. now all I have to do is go back tonight.

I am working on making a Web App for a Realty Team. The project is way over my head. I’m a network engineer not a developer, but I can’t turn down a challenge.

And YOU GUYS… yes YOU GUYS have blown my mind. When I signed up for blogathon and I was afraid I wouldn’t get 20 dollars in pledges. But no, YOU GUYS rocked my world and and have pledged nearly $300. I hope you realize what a reflection that is on YOU GUYS. There are blogs in this blogathon with more reader that have less pledges. That is because YOU GUYS rock! I cannot thank you enough.

If you want to blow my mind, Sponsor Me!

See. Things are pretty good. I just need to tune out these idiots.

Here I am at work again.
But since I am feeling uninspired, I am here.

Suddenly my ‘blog to do list’ has gotten much longer.
I want to finish the most recent back packing story. And I need to add pictures to the other parts.
I have more to say about Syd Barrett.
And, of course, I have blogathon looming.

About Blogathon.
To those of you who have contributed, you rock. You are the best! I am amazed to have raised as much as I have.
At the same time, it is not enough.

A few points on this.

I am very competitive. I always have been. And WebKittyn and Monty have more money pledged than I do. It’s killing me. I want to win! Of course it is not a competition, but still I want to be able to do well. So help me out. I want to be able to ‘hang’ with the other bloggers.

Don’t kid yourself and say, “I’m sure lots of people are blogging for Freedom from Hunger, they’ll get lots of support from this blogathon.” It’s not true. There are only 2. To support this charity, sponsor me! Do it now!

Lastly, I know you want to help fight world hunger. I know you do. But it’s all so overwhelming. Everywhere you turn, bloggers are asking for money. Don’t be overwhelmed. All I want from YOU is five bucks. If each person that came here, contributed five dollars, we’d have no trouble breaking $1000. Think about it. Give me a hand.

But what’s in it for you? Besides the tax write off and that warm feeling you get inside for doing a good thing? You get to ‘watch’ me blog for 24 hours straight. For your reading amusement, I will write one post every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I will get jacked on coffee and go nuts. That’s got to be worth five bucks…

Sponsor me. It’s good for you.

Really I’m trying to do you a favor. I know we all trying to lose weight. I bet you were thinking of spending money on to eat. Something you did not need. Like a doughnut. (mmmmm doughnuts) Let me help you. Give me the money. We’ll let that money to go towards helping people who are not getting enough food. We’ll help them learn to be able to support themselves. You’ll thank me. Really you will.

And I will thank you.

I’m still reeling about Syd.
It’s not like the news was shocking or upsetting exactly. But the end to this tragic story has kept my mind in motion. I may have more to say about Syd, but it hasn’t quite solidified in my mind. Also, I expect that this week’s Radio Show will have a lot of Syd in it.

Hey!

The Blogathon is coming. And I’m in it. Several of you have sponsored me. You guys rock. But I want more. Sponsor me.

NO. I mean it. Sponsor me. I did some homework and picked a good charity. I’ll stay up 24 hours and post for your amusement. (Well at least for my amusement.) What more do I need to do? What can I offer you to entice you to Sponsor Me? I don’t know what to offer you. But who knows, maybe I’ll think of something.

I’d like to break $500! It’s a goal. If we make that goal… we’ll do something. I just don’t know what yet. I can tell you this. It will make you feel good if you do it. Hell it will make me smile. Sponsor me!
And if you hate my charity or me or whatever…. Sponsor one of my friends. aka_Monty, Webkittyn, Rose, Utopia or Mango Radio.

It’s for a good cause and you get to make me stop being so grumpy for a minute. DO IT NOW.

I mentioned earlier (way earlier) that I had been assigned a huge Identity Integration project. Well funding was slow, and the project has slipped. But we are underway now. It is kind of exciting.

At the same time, I have been drafted to replace the network infrastructure at one of our sites. We are combining the project into a training excercise. So our WAN Admin is having me and another configure the Switch, VLANs and whatnot from the ground up. Way cool.

Is it ironic that I like work betterer, when I am busy. Especially busy with interesting things.

Isreal attacked Lebanon. I’m so glad that the US was able to bring stability to that region.

The AL won the All Star game. Whoop D Doo. I am so over baseball. Only a few short weeks till training camp. Go football!

That is it for today. Sponsor me!

I am amazed.
You guys have chipped away some of my cynicism. Hard to believe, but it’s true.
You have contributed far more than I had dared to hope.
Thank You.

But I’m not done. I want more. Sponsor me! Please. And Thank you.
(If you want more information on why I chose this charity… I wrote about it earlier.)

I’m going to finish up the trail story… and add pictures. I promise.

But not right now. I have a party to prepare for. I’ll try to save some cake and ice cream for you.

Have you ever been truly hungry?

I don’t mean feeling like a creme filled doughnut would hit the spot. I mean true hunger. Have you ever gone days with out a meal? Have you ever been so poor, that you could not afford the basic food items needed for survival.

I have. For a brief period in my life, I went with out food because I simply did not have the money. I was never in any danger. I had my family to fall back on.

This year, according to the Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) of the United Nations, 11 million children around the world will not be that lucky. They have no one to fall back on. They live in extreme poverty. They live in areas ravaged by civil war. They will die from diarrhea, acute respiratory illness, malaria and measles because their bodies are too weak to survive these common illnesses. They are not victims of famine, they are victims of poverty and war. Food exists, but they cannot afford or get access to enough of it.

The solution to this problem is not simple. Freedom from Hunger believes that the solution lies in providing these communities with the resources to care for themselves. Freedom from Hunger is not about a handout. It is about change.

With training and assistance from Freedom from Hunger, local organizations can implement high-quality programs and become permanent resources to the poorest citizens of their countries.¹

So what did you have for dinner last night?

In this year’s blogathon I am sponsoring Freedom from Hunger.

You can help by sponsoring me. All I’m asking for is a few bucks. (Maybe what you planning on spending on dessert.) If you cannot help me monetarily, I understand. But do me a favor, send some friends this way and lets see if we can raise some money for a very good cause.

Please Sponsor Me to help fight Hunger.
***If you do sponsor me… let me know. I am hearing reports of the Blogathon site not updating. Thanks***

I signed up for this blogathon.

I know. No one is more shocked than me.

I guess there are a couple of factors at work here.

I tend to drone on and on about making a difference in a meaningful way. I don’t have Billions of dollars to invest in charity like the esteemed Mr Gates. Hell, I don’t have 10s of dollars to invest in it. But I have time. Time to pitch in. Time to go out and do things. And certainly time to sit around in front of my computer. I pretty much do that anyway. So why not sign up?

I like a challenge. Last year, I watched as a bunch of these blogathoners acted as though this was wild challenge. I can do that, I told myself. So it is time to put my money where my mouth is… sort of.

And I do care.

I am blogging for (admit it, that just sounds silly) for Freedom From Hunger.

Some of the bloggers are going to harass you for money. They will beg. They will threaten.
I will not do that.

If you want to let those kids starve…

Feel free.

Or you could make a donation.

I’m not expecting much. I know you have expenses. I know you may be sponsoring another blog.
Give 5 bucks. Give One. Or at least… spread the word.

Go ahead. Sponsor me. You know you want to.