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Blogathon for Tricia, Hour Fourteen: It's Hour Fucking Fourteen

January 9th, 2010 (05:27 pm)
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Oh, boy, guys. We are moving into a long, lo-ong stretch here.

I've been doing this for thirteen hours and I have seven left to go. The midday rush of bought topics is over; from my last post on up to hour seventeen, I'm on my own for inspiration. Two people have already unfriended me due to my flooding their friendslist, including one person that I actually liked. My eyes are going all weird and unfocus-y. It's taking me twice as long to write sentences as it did earlier today. I made a lengthy post about my best friend doll purse that I'm pretty sure everyone is avoiding with raised eyebrows, certain that I am either on crack or starting to disintegrate mentally. I am having an impulse to shower for the third time today in an attempt to massage my head back into working order, and if I do this my hair will turn into straw and probably fall out. What little inspiration I am finding is coming Flight of the Bumblebee-style: I want to tell you about my teddy bears! My socks! My cats! My FarmVille farm! My broken bathroom ceiling fan! My utter and complete desperation at this particular moment in time! My aarglegraghglegroompgaieeeeehalp? halp. eep.

Tap, tap, tap, go my fingers against the edge of the keyboard.

I'm pretty sure another couple of neurons are sizzling and flaring out every time I blink. Or don't blink.

And I am very, very hungry.

And so here I go again: echoing the failure of hour five, writing about how I have nothing to write and then going to nurse my poor burnt-out self.

I'm dithering here, mind you. On the one hand I'm thinking, well, you know, if this is comparable to a walkathon, then the point is really showing up and keeping grimly on, right? If I hit a wall at mile fourteen of a walkathon I'd slow way the hell down to tortoise pace and limp along on bruised blistery feet, bitching and moaning, until I managed to pull myself together again.

On the other hand, a walkathon is not designed for entertainment purposes, and a blogathon is. Theoretically.

I could go back and forth between these two hands forever, but unfortunately the thing that is really weighing in right now is my ass, and what it is saying is:

I HURT. THIS HURTS. BRANE HURTS. NO BRANE. ASS IS SQUISHED AND ALSO INSUFFICIENT SUBSTITUTE PROVIDER FOR BRANE'S CURRENTLY DEFUNCT COGITATION. GO EAT THINGS NOW. MAKE BRANE WORK AGAIN.

It's hard to argue with one's own ass.

Back in an hour.

This is the hour fourteen post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.






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Posted by: Erin (givesmevoice)
Posted at: January 9th, 2010 10:31 pm (UTC)
Sunset Blvd Queen Kelly

I'd love to hear about your cats!

This must be tough, but I'm so proud of you for sticking it out!

Posted by: law_nerd (law_nerd)
Posted at: January 9th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC)
Dance!

Then there are those of us, checking in regularly, who think this thing you're doing is really both cool and impressive.

If this were a walkathon, we'd be handing you a cup of sponsoring-company's sport's drink, and cheering you on from the sidelines. I suppose the appropriate equivalent would be virtual soft cushions for the aching tuchus, consider them sent with all respect for the attached brain as well.

You rock!

Posted by: Michael (ftmichael)
Posted at: January 9th, 2010 10:51 pm (UTC)
light one candle

Two people have already unfriended me due to my flooding their friendslist

Seriously? wtf? You use lj-cuts very responsibly and it couldn't be any clearer that this is a very temporary thing. They can't just scroll past for one day? Even though you liked one of them, it sounds rather like you're better off without them.

I would be very happy to read anything you should choose to write about, including your teddy bears, socks, cats, FarmVille farm, broken bathroom ceiling fan, or even your utter and complete desperation. And I am very impressed with your tenacity even in the face of minimal inspiration. You rule.

Icon chosen in the hope that it inspires you, even just a little. I already donated but did not buy a topic at the time - can I suggest one here? Write a post on the theme of my icon, if you'd like. Obviously this whole blogathon is written in the spirit of my icon, but if you'd like to write a post specifically about that idea - whether or not it's about your aunt Tricia - I would enjoy reading it.

Edit: The text in my icon is not the clearest, and in case you're tired and your sight and brain are slowly going due to how long you've been blogging already and you can't quite make out the words, it says 'It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness'.

Edited at 2010-01-09 10:52 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Underwear Ninja (chavvah)
Posted at: January 9th, 2010 11:24 pm (UTC)
bender knitting

If you get really stuck, you could talk about what the deal is with the Fraggle hat and maybe post a photo of yourself in it.

Posted by: Pirate Jenny (deliriums_fish)
Posted at: January 9th, 2010 11:38 pm (UTC)
jodie mussed up

I can't afford to donate any money.
I'm really sorry that I can't, but I can't.

But I'm here, I've read every one of your entries, and I think that it's fantastic that you are doing this.

I've learned a thing or two about staying up for 20+ hours straight, and the best idea I can give you is to LIE DOWN. For 10 minutes, or whatever, sprawl out on your bed or on the couch and shut your eyes. Put in earplugs if you can and set your alarm and just close your eyes and don't open them again until your alarm goes off.
Do this whenever you can. Blog, eat when you need to, and rest the rest of the time.

You can do it.

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: January 9th, 2010 11:49 pm (UTC)

Thank you, Marcy. Please don't worry about not being able to donate -- you don't know how much it means just to have people commenting and affirming that they're reading, they're here, they're supporting me. (Or maybe you do, I don't know. But it's really a big deal.)

I will take your advice... soon as I get this next post done.

Posted by: Julie (geekjul)
Posted at: January 9th, 2010 11:53 pm (UTC)

You have a ceiling fan in your bathroom? Just how big is your damn bathroom!?

Also, you are doing great and rah rah rah and I'm about to go read like six hours worth of posts ESPECIALLY the doll head post that was for ME! Woo!

Posted by: Nathaniel Wolfthorn (ganimede)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 11:34 am (UTC)
wtf?

I can't believe people have removed you because of this blogathon. They can't put up with it for just one day? Have they never heard of scrolling past? What arseholes. It's a shame that you liked one of them but obviously they don't care enough about you. I bet that this has really told you who your friends are though, the ones who have stuck with you and helped and supported you through this. *hugs*

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