Midnight! The Witching Hour!

And for midnight nothing is more appropriate than Ludo and some FRICKIN NINJAS!!!

Well, I feel better now! I think we've all learned a lot from that! Moving right along!

Midnight! The Witching Hour!

And for midnight nothing is more appropriate than Ludo and some FRICKIN NINJAS!!!

Well, I feel better now! I think we've all learned a lot from that! Moving right along!

Its after midnight, I can be lewd now.

People I would totally shag if given the chance, even though I barely know them or don't know them at all:

Chris Corner (IAMX, Sneaker Pimps)
Patrick Wolf (but not in that outfit)
Brian Molko (placebo)
Stefan Olsdal (the gay one from Placebo, I said I'd shag them, I didn't say they'd shag me)
Steven Hewitt (Placebo)
Neal Stephenson
David Tennet
Andrew Volpe (Ludo)
Tim Convy (Ludo)
Richard Naiff (Keyboards from The Waterboys
Noel Fielding
Dean the guitarist from IAMX
Voltaire

I think that's it for now.

Its after midnight, I can be lewd now.

People I would totally shag if given the chance, even though I barely know them or don't know them at all:

Chris Corner (IAMX, Sneaker Pimps)
Patrick Wolf (but not in that outfit)
Brian Molko (placebo)
Stefan Olsdal (the gay one from Placebo, I said I'd shag them, I didn't say they'd shag me)
Steven Hewitt (Placebo)
Neal Stephenson
David Tennet
Andrew Volpe (Ludo)
Tim Convy (Ludo)
Richard Naiff (Keyboards from The Waterboys
Noel Fielding
Dean the guitarist from IAMX
Voltaire

I think that's it for now.

Musical crimes that have been perpetrated upon me

I would like to note for the record that most of these were done to me by my friends.

This first one however, was not. It was a friends stepmom. While on a sailboat, in the water, so I can't go ANYWHERE... blaring Celine Dion

I drove over four hours to visit Slipjig and Rafaela. First thing upon my arrival they decided to play "My Pal Foot Foot by The Shaggs

Slipjig is the same guy who routinely links me to performances of Paralyzed by the Legendary Stardust Cowboy. Right now he is making me listen to "Party In My Tummy" and this has happened MANY times before. Also he made me a mix which included the song "Camel Walk" by Southern Life on the Skids. He is threatening to cue it up right now. And he's singing in a bad falsetto. RIGHT NOW.

Moving along, DALIOUS. Imagine the scene: I am in my car driving to work. It's 9 am. My phone rings. I pull over to answer it because it is Dalious and it might be important. I pick up and hear a gruff voice singing "I've got friends in LOW PLACES!!" Also when his old cell phone rang it played "Beer for my horses."

People derive great pleasure from tormenting me with musical craziness. People suck.

Musical crimes that have been perpetrated upon me

I would like to note for the record that most of these were done to me by my friends.

This first one however, was not. It was a friends stepmom. While on a sailboat, in the water, so I can't go ANYWHERE... blaring Celine Dion

I drove over four hours to visit Slipjig and Rafaela. First thing upon my arrival they decided to play "My Pal Foot Foot by The Shaggs

Slipjig is the same guy who routinely links me to performances of Paralyzed by the Legendary Stardust Cowboy. Right now he is making me listen to "Party In My Tummy" and this has happened MANY times before. Also he made me a mix which included the song "Camel Walk" by Southern Life on the Skids. He is threatening to cue it up right now. And he's singing in a bad falsetto. RIGHT NOW.

Moving along, DALIOUS. Imagine the scene: I am in my car driving to work. It's 9 am. My phone rings. I pull over to answer it because it is Dalious and it might be important. I pick up and hear a gruff voice singing "I've got friends in LOW PLACES!!" Also when his old cell phone rang it played "Beer for my horses."

People derive great pleasure from tormenting me with musical craziness. People suck.

gah, itchtastic

After several hours of itching and watching welts rise up all over me, I finally gave in and grabbed a shower. I'm feeling much more normal after a good scrub and have switched into the other room in case it was something on the couch that was causing the problem. Seems odd though; I've been in this house and spent days on that exact couch many times before and never had the slightest bit of an issue. Oh well. I am now clean and ready to go again. We're in the final third of this event. So far I'm holding up, probably better than I expected to given how early I had to wake up to do this. Our Pit crew continues to be amazing, refilling water while we type, providing entertaining commentary. That's all for now. More content with my next post when I don't have to spend half the interval in the showe

gah, itchtastic

After several hours of itching and watching welts rise up all over me, I finally gave in and grabbed a shower. I'm feeling much more normal after a good scrub and have switched into the other room in case it was something on the couch that was causing the problem. Seems odd though; I've been in this house and spent days on that exact couch many times before and never had the slightest bit of an issue. Oh well. I am now clean and ready to go again. We're in the final third of this event. So far I'm holding up, probably better than I expected to given how early I had to wake up to do this. Our Pit crew continues to be amazing, refilling water while we type, providing entertaining commentary. That's all for now. More content with my next post when I don't have to spend half the interval in the showe

Character Description: Rini

Description date: 1999

Corinna was born in fall of 1979 making her, as her friends are fond of reminding her "almost born in the 80s!" She never liked her given name but the only nickname that was forthcoming in her school days was Cori and she hated that EVEN more so it was Corinna for 19 years. It wasn't until she met Kaden in college and Kaden came up with Rini that she found a name that fit. To Rini, names are of the utmost importance.

Rini's hair is a dark reddish auburn and it flows down past her shoulders in big open waves. Her olive skin hints at her ancestry; one Philippino grandparent dating back to World War two when her mother's father fell for a woman he met while stationed halfway around the world. She also has her mothers dark eyes, but her fathers western bone structure. She is on the tall side, carries herself with extreme confidence and possesses a seductive quality. Its hard to explain why though; she doesn't wear makeup or skimpy clothing, but she still oozes something almost lewd. Every word and move is a flirtation. This is what captured Kaden's interest the day they met, but what sustained the attraction was Rini's musical skill, her artistic passion and her warm disposition. Rini's focus, secondary to sex, has always been her guitar. Her friends joke "for you, sex and guitars are the same thing!" and she has never denied it. Her pride and joy is a vintage acoustic guitar named Jasper. Rini found him at a goodwill and instantly realized he'd be worth a lot of money with a little care. She could sell him for a good thousand dollars but "you get my guitar when you pry him out of my cold dead hands and stop looking at him with your greedy eyes dammit."

Character Description: Rini

Description date: 1999

Corinna was born in fall of 1979 making her, as her friends are fond of reminding her "almost born in the 80s!" She never liked her given name but the only nickname that was forthcoming in her school days was Cori and she hated that EVEN more so it was Corinna for 19 years. It wasn't until she met Kaden in college and Kaden came up with Rini that she found a name that fit. To Rini, names are of the utmost importance.

Rini's hair is a dark reddish auburn and it flows down past her shoulders in big open waves. Her olive skin hints at her ancestry; one Philippino grandparent dating back to World War two when her mother's father fell for a woman he met while stationed halfway around the world. She also has her mothers dark eyes, but her fathers western bone structure. She is on the tall side, carries herself with extreme confidence and possesses a seductive quality. Its hard to explain why though; she doesn't wear makeup or skimpy clothing, but she still oozes something almost lewd. Every word and move is a flirtation. This is what captured Kaden's interest the day they met, but what sustained the attraction was Rini's musical skill, her artistic passion and her warm disposition. Rini's focus, secondary to sex, has always been her guitar. Her friends joke "for you, sex and guitars are the same thing!" and she has never denied it. Her pride and joy is a vintage acoustic guitar named Jasper. Rini found him at a goodwill and instantly realized he'd be worth a lot of money with a little care. She could sell him for a good thousand dollars but "you get my guitar when you pry him out of my cold dead hands and stop looking at him with your greedy eyes dammit."

Quotes of the day, how bout some more!?

I swear, people here said ALL of these things. No context, that would just ruin the moment.

"I do so love the movie Gymkata! It is so horrible!"
"That goes in all sorts of places!"
"I'm trying to think of all the terrible things i watched on cable just because they were on cable."
"Stop breaking me, we've got hours to go."
"Well if you use lube then your hands will be slippery and you'll drop it when you're trying to beat people."
"The question is, does this allow for reinterpreting Dracula as a yeast infection?"
"Don't bite Frank's head off. You're not that kind of geek."
"Are you gonna die? I will kill you with my brain!"
"All I want is that button that sends a shock of 4000 volts to the caller on the other end. I would LOVE to go to work!"

Scary thought, we haven't even gotten to the REALLY sleep depped part of the night.

This blog might need more ninjas to make it complete. I will ponder that during my next post.

Quotes of the day, how bout some more!?

I swear, people here said ALL of these things. No context, that would just ruin the moment.

"I do so love the movie Gymkata! It is so horrible!"
"That goes in all sorts of places!"
"I'm trying to think of all the terrible things i watched on cable just because they were on cable."
"Stop breaking me, we've got hours to go."
"Well if you use lube then your hands will be slippery and you'll drop it when you're trying to beat people."
"The question is, does this allow for reinterpreting Dracula as a yeast infection?"
"Don't bite Frank's head off. You're not that kind of geek."
"Are you gonna die? I will kill you with my brain!"
"All I want is that button that sends a shock of 4000 volts to the caller on the other end. I would LOVE to go to work!"

Scary thought, we haven't even gotten to the REALLY sleep depped part of the night.

This blog might need more ninjas to make it complete. I will ponder that during my next post.

Running low on ideas

I'm having a bit of brain lock at the moment so no fiction this time. Instead you get things that should not be band names even if they sound like band names.

Superior cheese
Anarchy In My Closet
Chris and The H for Toys
Failing at Monkey
Lincoln and the Stovepipe Hats
Trail Mix

Wow, those aren't as funny as I thought they'd be. Back to fiction next time dammit. I'm looking at the time and we're 3/4 of the way through. I sure hope I have 6 more hours left in me. I've been up now since about 7 am... 20 hours or so already. By the time we get to 9 am it'll be more hours than I've ever stayed awake. I might die. Or just feel like dying. It begs the question of why I do this... Well there's more than one reason. Obviously for the charity, to raise money for Vital Ground. I believe that to get what we want, we must be willing to make sacrifices. I sacrifice a day of my comfort in hopes that VG achieves its goals. The other side of it is, I've watched friends do it for two years but until I do it myself its a foreign experience. Now when other people talk about blogathon, i can GET IT. I've been there.

Spending 24 hours with awesome people is pretty nice too, even if they're fried half the time.

Running low on ideas

I'm having a bit of brain lock at the moment so no fiction this time. Instead you get things that should not be band names even if they sound like band names.

Superior cheese
Anarchy In My Closet
Chris and The H for Toys
Failing at Monkey
Lincoln and the Stovepipe Hats
Trail Mix

Wow, those aren't as funny as I thought they'd be. Back to fiction next time dammit. I'm looking at the time and we're 3/4 of the way through. I sure hope I have 6 more hours left in me. I've been up now since about 7 am... 20 hours or so already. By the time we get to 9 am it'll be more hours than I've ever stayed awake. I might die. Or just feel like dying. It begs the question of why I do this... Well there's more than one reason. Obviously for the charity, to raise money for Vital Ground. I believe that to get what we want, we must be willing to make sacrifices. I sacrifice a day of my comfort in hopes that VG achieves its goals. The other side of it is, I've watched friends do it for two years but until I do it myself its a foreign experience. Now when other people talk about blogathon, i can GET IT. I've been there.

Spending 24 hours with awesome people is pretty nice too, even if they're fried half the time.

Back to fiction: Pause

Date: November of 1992
Location: Kaden's mothers home, Arlington Mass.

Clare was baking biscuits, just like she had done every morning since Kaden came home. Her daughter, nearly 13 now but still looking like a little girl, would wander into the kitchen for breakfast. Mother and daughter would eat together. Clare didn't allow Kaden on the bus anymore. The kids teased her, called her crazy and Clare just wouldn't stand for it. Kaden had protested saying she could handle it but there was no arguing, so Clare would eat with her and then drive her to school, and Kaden's father would pick her up in the afternoon. It had taken some doing but neither parents was willing to let anything more happen to their little girl.

So Clare was baking biscuits and Kaden strolled into the kitchen, still in her pajamas.
"What's this, you've got to get dressed!"
"Something's not right, I don't feel so good." Kaden's mom wandered over and pushed her hand to her daughters forehead "You're pretty warm, take your temperature." Five minutes later Kaden was tucked under a blanket on the couch with two tylenol and a glass of water and Clare was on the phone with the school.
"Kaden Shea has a fever, she's not coming in today... If she's better sure... Well if she's not I'll take her to the doctor of course. Anyway can you send her work home? Jen from her math class can drop it off." Clare hung up the phone and sat down next to her daughter. "I guess its a good thing I'm working from home today huh?" she said as she curled up. Kaden leaned her head into her mother's shoulder and fell asleep.

Back to fiction: Pause

Date: November of 1992
Location: Kaden's mothers home, Arlington Mass.

Clare was baking biscuits, just like she had done every morning since Kaden came home. Her daughter, nearly 13 now but still looking like a little girl, would wander into the kitchen for breakfast. Mother and daughter would eat together. Clare didn't allow Kaden on the bus anymore. The kids teased her, called her crazy and Clare just wouldn't stand for it. Kaden had protested saying she could handle it but there was no arguing, so Clare would eat with her and then drive her to school, and Kaden's father would pick her up in the afternoon. It had taken some doing but neither parents was willing to let anything more happen to their little girl.

So Clare was baking biscuits and Kaden strolled into the kitchen, still in her pajamas.
"What's this, you've got to get dressed!"
"Something's not right, I don't feel so good." Kaden's mom wandered over and pushed her hand to her daughters forehead "You're pretty warm, take your temperature." Five minutes later Kaden was tucked under a blanket on the couch with two tylenol and a glass of water and Clare was on the phone with the school.
"Kaden Shea has a fever, she's not coming in today... If she's better sure... Well if she's not I'll take her to the doctor of course. Anyway can you send her work home? Jen from her math class can drop it off." Clare hung up the phone and sat down next to her daughter. "I guess its a good thing I'm working from home today huh?" she said as she curled up. Kaden leaned her head into her mother's shoulder and fell asleep.

More quotes

"It'd be like a train wreck. a train wreck of awesome."
"You get your chickens from the post office and you have to wash their asses."
"Everyone is on fire AND underwater."
(while holding many one dollar bills) "wait, have I been working as a stripper?"
"chocolate thingy is the first album from Vaginal Hummus!"
"Do ninjas fuck in silence?"

I am aware that just posting quotes is lame. Its late yo and I'm seriously low on ideas. Putting my head down for a while doesn't help much. Coffee, also useless. It has gotten quiet as everyone is unable to say or do much. Waiting for 9 am.

More quotes

"It'd be like a train wreck. a train wreck of awesome."
"You get your chickens from the post office and you have to wash their asses."
"Everyone is on fire AND underwater."
(while holding many one dollar bills) "wait, have I been working as a stripper?"
"chocolate thingy is the first album from Vaginal Hummus!"
"Do ninjas fuck in silence?"

I am aware that just posting quotes is lame. Its late yo and I'm seriously low on ideas. Putting my head down for a while doesn't help much. Coffee, also useless. It has gotten quiet as everyone is unable to say or do much. Waiting for 9 am.

Oh hai - The state of team venture

Bloggers are still split evenly between the living room and the dining room. Shadesong has the word binturong in her head due to Slipjig. Pit crew has begun to discuss strange bits of bestiality and Wired_Lizard wonders about Voldemort's genetalia. Deity help us all. Medusa Crotch is the newest band name idea that luckily will never happen.

All my fictional characters are on strike. Kaden says get thy ass to bed. Michelle says I didn't give her enough air time but she doesn't care cause its too late.

We're forming a band called "After a while everything sounds like a band name." I will play Moog, Song will play drums, someone needs to play electric triangle. Jennifer claims the bass because yeah.

Jack the cat is blogging as well.

AND NOW FOR THE BUTT BUMP DANCE!!!

also, gratuitous llama references.

ooooh thunder! storms! Thor is coming!

Oh hai - The state of team venture

Bloggers are still split evenly between the living room and the dining room. Shadesong has the word binturong in her head due to Slipjig. Pit crew has begun to discuss strange bits of bestiality and Wired_Lizard wonders about Voldemort's genetalia. Deity help us all. Medusa Crotch is the newest band name idea that luckily will never happen.

All my fictional characters are on strike. Kaden says get thy ass to bed. Michelle says I didn't give her enough air time but she doesn't care cause its too late.

We're forming a band called "After a while everything sounds like a band name." I will play Moog, Song will play drums, someone needs to play electric triangle. Jennifer claims the bass because yeah.

Jack the cat is blogging as well.

AND NOW FOR THE BUTT BUMP DANCE!!!

also, gratuitous llama references.

ooooh thunder! storms! Thor is coming!

Comes the storm

Out the window behind wired_lizard's head I can see the flashes of lightening. They're coming every couple of minutes. Right now the gap between lightening and thunder is substantial so it'll be a while before its really upon us. I do love a good summer storm and we could use a bit of shaking up to get us through the morning.

Worst "caught in the storm" moment of my life: I was a student at Carnegie Mellon, living in Morewood B tower so it must have been the summer after my sophomore year when I stayed on campus June through August. I was just about to get to the intersection that split the main part of campus from my dorm when the sky opened. The rain came down so hard I couldn't see well enough to WALK back to the dorm. I was soaked through instantly. Somehow I managed to navigate my way back to the dorm where I dripped and splooshed my way down the hall to my room. I was wetter than when I first get out of the shower.

Whatever happens with this storm tonight, at least I don't need to go outside! Go ahead and rain, its dry in here!!!

I could continue to report on what's going on here but you do NOT want to know. Really. You're better off in blissful ignorance, laying in your nice cozy beds.

Comes the storm

Out the window behind wired_lizard's head I can see the flashes of lightening. They're coming every couple of minutes. Right now the gap between lightening and thunder is substantial so it'll be a while before its really upon us. I do love a good summer storm and we could use a bit of shaking up to get us through the morning.

Worst "caught in the storm" moment of my life: I was a student at Carnegie Mellon, living in Morewood B tower so it must have been the summer after my sophomore year when I stayed on campus June through August. I was just about to get to the intersection that split the main part of campus from my dorm when the sky opened. The rain came down so hard I couldn't see well enough to WALK back to the dorm. I was soaked through instantly. Somehow I managed to navigate my way back to the dorm where I dripped and splooshed my way down the hall to my room. I was wetter than when I first get out of the shower.

Whatever happens with this storm tonight, at least I don't need to go outside! Go ahead and rain, its dry in here!!!

I could continue to report on what's going on here but you do NOT want to know. Really. You're better off in blissful ignorance, laying in your nice cozy beds.

Put down the flamethrower.

I am worried. Here it is, 5 am, we've had no sleep, and Shadesong has a flamethrower. Okay its just a lighter thingy but i'm not sure any of us is in any condition to handle fire. I'm not sure I can handle a napkin without hurting myself and she's waving fire around. Also they are singing Bangles songs and arguing about power ballads.

What, to you, constitutes a true power ballad dear readers?

Put down the flamethrower.

I am worried. Here it is, 5 am, we've had no sleep, and Shadesong has a flamethrower. Okay its just a lighter thingy but i'm not sure any of us is in any condition to handle fire. I'm not sure I can handle a napkin without hurting myself and she's waving fire around. Also they are singing Bangles songs and arguing about power ballads.

What, to you, constitutes a true power ballad dear readers?

Still with the flamethrower

Current discussion: parts of Milelaurel which should not be lit on fire. It would appear the list includes pretty much all of them, definitely the hair and boobs anyway.

Pit crew is baking a cake. I am too tired to care but the gesture is nice. Cannot wait for 9 am.

I am realizing that some people are doing this event alone. I can't imagine that would even be doable. Its hard enough to keep awake and alive with 9 or 10 other people around. Doing it completely alone *shakes head* I'd have been asleep hours ago. If any of you reading this ARE blogging alone, more power to you.

What is it that possesses us crazy humans to try things that push us so far beyond what is sane and healthy? People I knew in college would pride themselves oh how bad a job they were doing taking care of themselves, like not allowing themselves to rest or bathe or take medicine meant they were REALLY dedicated to their work. Lots of those people didn't graduate. I did and I slept every night.

I guess this is the all nighter experience I never had. Seems I didn't miss out on much.

Still with the flamethrower

Current discussion: parts of Milelaurel which should not be lit on fire. It would appear the list includes pretty much all of them, definitely the hair and boobs anyway.

Pit crew is baking a cake. I am too tired to care but the gesture is nice. Cannot wait for 9 am.

I am realizing that some people are doing this event alone. I can't imagine that would even be doable. Its hard enough to keep awake and alive with 9 or 10 other people around. Doing it completely alone *shakes head* I'd have been asleep hours ago. If any of you reading this ARE blogging alone, more power to you.

What is it that possesses us crazy humans to try things that push us so far beyond what is sane and healthy? People I knew in college would pride themselves oh how bad a job they were doing taking care of themselves, like not allowing themselves to rest or bathe or take medicine meant they were REALLY dedicated to their work. Lots of those people didn't graduate. I did and I slept every night.

I guess this is the all nighter experience I never had. Seems I didn't miss out on much.

The last of the quotes

"If its a hot topic you melt the chocolate covered elves."
"Ah the decadence of the blogathonian lifestyle..."
"Would you stop molesting the chicken?"
"Your penis is leveraging this whole discussion."
"I love you honey die in a fire."
"Thank you for your donation you raging whore of the corporate right."

One of our Pit Crew is reading a sex scene from an Anita Blake novel. Its terrible. I read one of these once but it was so long ago I had forgotten how truly awful they are. I think I was okay with that though. Gah. Rage is not sexy and dude if I had a big ass puncture wound I don't think I'd be getting aroused, no matter how hot the healer was.

Book has been passed on to Feste_Sylvain. He's very good at this dramatic reading of utter drek for the purpose humorous irony.

"I think sex is the only thing thats going to keep our attention now." - wise assessment from FigmentJ

The last of the quotes

"If its a hot topic you melt the chocolate covered elves."
"Ah the decadence of the blogathonian lifestyle..."
"Would you stop molesting the chicken?"
"Your penis is leveraging this whole discussion."
"I love you honey die in a fire."
"Thank you for your donation you raging whore of the corporate right."

One of our Pit Crew is reading a sex scene from an Anita Blake novel. Its terrible. I read one of these once but it was so long ago I had forgotten how truly awful they are. I think I was okay with that though. Gah. Rage is not sexy and dude if I had a big ass puncture wound I don't think I'd be getting aroused, no matter how hot the healer was.

Book has been passed on to Feste_Sylvain. He's very good at this dramatic reading of utter drek for the purpose humorous irony.

"I think sex is the only thing thats going to keep our attention now." - wise assessment from FigmentJ

bad puns

camel - flage
a 3 l llama is a type of fire

that's all i've got, or rather that's all they've got.
No sign of the cats.
I might vomit but I hope not.
Max does not want to be Jack.
We have a hedgehog.

I am out of spoons and my pants will be bankrupt.

The reading of pornographic scenes from Laurel K Hamilton resumes.

bad puns

camel - flage
a 3 l llama is a type of fire

that's all i've got, or rather that's all they've got.
No sign of the cats.
I might vomit but I hope not.
Max does not want to be Jack.
We have a hedgehog.

I am out of spoons and my pants will be bankrupt.

The reading of pornographic scenes from Laurel K Hamilton resumes.

New band name

We've changed our mind. The band will be called "redundantly alabaster."

Someone find Laurel K. Hamilton and MAKE HER STOP.

We're taking tentacles up the nose for the greater good. Dear god not only do I need a nap, everyone in the room needs a nap.

Move nose for great justice!

New band name

We've changed our mind. The band will be called "redundantly alabaster."

Someone find Laurel K. Hamilton and MAKE HER STOP.

We're taking tentacles up the nose for the greater good. Dear god not only do I need a nap, everyone in the room needs a nap.

Move nose for great justice!

home stretch

"The sleep dep leaked from the future"

Sun has come up outside. Its very bright in here. My brain feels this is wrong.

STILL with the Laurel K Hamilton books. And the captain america debate. How is it that things like this go on for SO LONG here.

Now we are playing a rousing game of "porn or plot" reading different phrases out of LKH books and trying to determine if they are setting up plot points or just gratuitous porn. It's really hard to tell. Even if we were awake it would be hard to figure out.

I'm having 3 different conversations... all with myself. Meanwhile, we listen to "Don't Lick My Toes."

home stretch

"The sleep dep leaked from the future"

Sun has come up outside. Its very bright in here. My brain feels this is wrong.

STILL with the Laurel K Hamilton books. And the captain america debate. How is it that things like this go on for SO LONG here.

Now we are playing a rousing game of "porn or plot" reading different phrases out of LKH books and trying to determine if they are setting up plot points or just gratuitous porn. It's really hard to tell. Even if we were awake it would be hard to figure out.

I'm having 3 different conversations... all with myself. Meanwhile, we listen to "Don't Lick My Toes."

48 down, one more to go

So how does a crew of 10 bloggers and assorted friends and sweeties spend the morning hours of blogathon?
Why, listening to the Wet Spots of course!

I would like to take this moment to thank the cats in residence: Max, Jack and Tor Tor have kept us company and provided excellent entertainment throughout the festivities. They're probably the sanest ones left in the house. Team Venture, proof that sleep dep really does make you crazy!

Now comes the exciting task of figuring out who is sleeping where and who is leaving when and who needs rides. Me, I'm passing out as soon as I can.

48 down, one more to go

So how does a crew of 10 bloggers and assorted friends and sweeties spend the morning hours of blogathon?
Why, listening to the Wet Spots of course!

I would like to take this moment to thank the cats in residence: Max, Jack and Tor Tor have kept us company and provided excellent entertainment throughout the festivities. They're probably the sanest ones left in the house. Team Venture, proof that sleep dep really does make you crazy!

Now comes the exciting task of figuring out who is sleeping where and who is leaving when and who needs rides. Me, I'm passing out as soon as I can.

Blogathon is over

It's over. Thank fuck.

Blogathon is over

It's over. Thank fuck.