the one time, never-happen-again pledge drive
Sure, I made light of Andrew Sullivan's Pledge Drive. Who's laughing now? Not me.
Sullivan pulled in almost $80,000 in tips and donations during his drive. That's right, 80k.
I offered to stage a pledge week featuring all female blogger sex and jello wrestling.
I offered to double my efforts and post twice as much. I got bad songs stuck in your head. I gave you horrid decorations to look at.
The thing is, I didn't have a tip jar or a donation button. Oh, but I do now. You can see it over in the sidebar.
elected tipped, I promise to be even more humorous, more outrageous and more vitriolic.
No, that doesn't sound right. It sounds as if I have been holding back on you. Which it's painfully obvious I have not been doing.
I can do tricks. You would be amazed at the things I can do with my tongue. I can have DJ entertain you. You should see him channel Dean Martin when he sings Jingle Bells. I could invite you over and have Natalie make her famous strawberry cream dessert or have Justin serve you his famous steak au poivre.
Or I can just continue writing here, which I will do with or without tips. So this isn't really a pledge drive, as I'm not pulling one of those PBS stunts and yelling to the kids that Barney will go the way of extinction if their mommies don't open their wallets right now.
Nah, I will always be here, spewing and ranting and (hopefully) making you laugh. I'm just saying. If Andrew Sullivan can make $80k in two weeks and he doesn't even show any cleavage, maybe I can pull in enough money in two weeks to buy a bottle of tequila so I can do some weekend drunken blogging.
And you do realize that most of this post is here because I have pretty much nothing else to say this morning? I need to wrap four presents, bake rice kripsie treats and pick up donuts for class parties and drop them all off at two different schools before I get to work.
I'm real good at procrastination. If only I could get paid for that...
I feel so dirty now.
I will not ever, ever, ever mention the tip jar again.
update: I just realized there are some people who would much rather hit me than tip me. I working on a hit jar, so you can virtually punch me every time I piss you off.
I'm nothing if not fair.