My first Blogathon

In the summer of 2002, I had just moved to Richmond, VA, and was talked into taking part in the Blogathon, a 24-hour blog-posting marathon designed to raise money for the charity of your choice. This was my 10:30 a.m. post:

Yesterday I mentioned the things to expect during the Blogathon. But I forgot one. Violence.

After only an hour and a half, and due to the fact that I have no prepared posts, I’ve realized that I might get a mite testy by the end of the day. So please forgive me when I do, because I’m pretty sure it’s an inevitability.

If this keeps up, I might get desperate enough to post pictures of my cats.

Well. The least you can do is contribute to Shaare Zedek. There’s still about a 90% non-contributor rate out there, which saddens me. Six hundred-plus (non-Instalink) visitors a day, on average, and only 69 sponsors as of 10:30 a.m.

Wait! I know! I’m giving away free words with every contribution today. That’s right, you get to read 48 posts in 24 hours! Hey, how can you go wrong with that? And not only that, you can use my words anytime, in any situation, thereafter. Free words, no fair use constraints—why, it’s an invitation to plagiarize. That’s right, impress your friends. Guys, impress that girl you’ve been wanting and see if those free words don’t just get her into the bedroom. Use them in any combination, and you’ve got words for every occasion! I’ll even throw in a few swear words so you can tell off that asshole that sits next to you at work. The place on the Internet where you can get all the words that are fit to speak. And then some.

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