Well, after 49 posts and 24 hours, Blogathon 2007 is officially in the books. We made it! I am standing and giving a round of applause to every member of the "A-Team" who managed to reach the finish line, because each and every one of you deserve it!

*raises one last Evan and Diet Coke to everyone in a toast*

And now, get to bed. Every one of you. You have deserved a nice long rest, too.

I'm on my way to bed myself, after I finish my drink and after an appropriate sign-off. Where is he?

Bob: I'm retired!

Bob.....

Bob: Alright, alright. Why not? Once more for old time's sake, huh? This is Bob Barker, reminding YOU to help control the waste of oxygen population... Have a Hilton spayed or neutered! Goodbye everybody!

Sweet dreams, everybody. Say goodnight, you two...

(Lil' Maddy and Breathless: Goodnight, you two...)

Listening to: BlogExplosion Radio, "Material Girl" and "Take A Bow" by our Almighty Queen

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship, That's What Friends Are For

Despite my own concerns and doubts about how I came through this year, none of this would've been possible or relevant without the help and support of you out there who played a part in this.

To my sponsors (and planned sponsors): Alane, Rob, Diz, Paul and Elaine. Thank you! I do truly believe every little bit helps, and can make a difference. And to give to a cause that has powerful meaning to me is truly touching.

To those of you who were around throughout the journey: KS, Michael, Alane, and both Eric and Chris over the phone. Thank you for sticking around, keeping company and keeping me sane and determined throughout this event!

To Cat and the staff of Blogathon: Thank you once again for your tireless effort and devotion to helping this event run smoothly!

To KS, Lydia, Michael Clark, Luka, luna, and all the other amazing bloggers who have given their time and energy to this cause, and their sponsors: Thank you for opening your hearts and giving your time and money to making the world a better place!

To Evan Williams, Lil' Maddy and Lil' Breathless - among others: Thank you for helping to make the last 24 hours go much more smoothly! For as bumpy of a ride as it was, it would've been much more turbulant with you absent. :P

That still doesn't change the fact you two are going to be getting supervision real soon. :P

Congratulations to the 360 bloggers who have made it this far, and their sponsors for helping to raise over $117,000 so far for causes that truly deserve and need support. Hopefully we can all chip in and do it again next year!

Listening to: "Looks Like We've Made It" by Barry Manilow, "Holiday" and "Hey You" by Madonna

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship, That's What Friends Are For

I have to admit to feeling a mixture of relief, pride, and (as weird as it sounds), disappointment over the last 23 hours. And what may sound even more weird is that I feel pride toward everyone who has shown their support over the last few weeks - with the disappointment aimed at myself for feeling at times that I did not have my "A-game" this weekend.

Nervous and anxious about this (while this is my second go-round, this is the first time doing so for a charity that obviously means a great deal to me), I failed to get much sleep on Friday. I basically stumbled into this yesterday morning already fatigued and with no real sense of direction. While I did string together some fairly relevant posts at one point, and another stretch of outland/potentially humorous posts at another point, for the most part I look back over the last day's worth of posts feeling I could've - and should've - done better with my posts.

I could just try to blow it off with "Well, that's why they call it the sophomore jinx", but that doesn't change how I personally feel.

Part of it was not quite knowing what direction I wanted to take things as well. It was easy last year to go with comedy/hijinks, with the cause being freedom of speech over the Internet. But blogging for the Alzheimer's Association, I didn't quite know where to go.

I didn't want to dwell on the disease. I have a bad habit of doing so in some of my darker moments, frequently when alone. I figured nobody wanted to read 49 posts of me sounding like I was reading my father's eulogy when he is still alive, and about to celebrate his 61st birthday.

I had considered focusing on past memories, but the more I found myself feeling meloncholy, the more I felt that wasn't the way to go. I feared it could've slipped into that whole dark sounding, eulogy direction, and decided to back off from it somewhat.

I don't quite know if the antics and hijinks were right (or even felt right). Maybe not. Maybe so. I don't know. I am more than willing to hear everyone's thoughts on this.

And maybe it's just the fatigue talking. Outside of those few catnaps, I haven't gotten any real sleep since 2:00 pm Friday. That much time without sleep, I could've not only done the A-schedule, but just about all of the B-schedule, too.

I'm certainly not disappointed one bit in the support I received - both emotional and financial. It did mean a great deal to me to be sponsored again for Blogathon. It meant a great deal to me to not go this alone - with KS, Michael and Alane all being there for at least part of the ride (with KS there the whole time, of course). I again thank all of you for being there - not only for Blogathon 2007, but having been there for some time as well.

It goes without saying what a deeply rooted cause this is for me. I lost my grandfather nearly ten years ago to complications of this terrible disease. My father has been battling it for two years now. And, I have lost more than a few famous people I greatly respected (like James Doohan and Eddie Robinson) to the scourge of Alzheimer's.

I felt like I was blogging for all of them, and not just the AA or an "audience". Maybe that's part of the reason I'm questioning myself a bit. Maybe the effort I put forward was the best I could give under the circumstances. And, if so, it just means I'll come in better prepared next year (Nytol, anyone?).

I thank everyone who came along for the ride. I'll certainly be back next year, and I'll make sure to do an even better job than I did this year.

Listening to: "Don't Stop", "Into The Groove" and "Everybody" by The Queen

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Gone But Not Forgotten, Madge Worship, Mi Vida Loca, That's What Friends Are For

KS had asked recently (and I'll have to go back later today and catch up on all the comments. My poor brain can only do so much at this point) if the last stretch is the worst. I'd have to say no. You realize you're closing in on the finish, that you've just about made it, and the adrenaline kicks in.

In fact, I found last year that the hardest part at the end was relaxing well enough to finally get to sleep when it's all said and done.

"You're hurt. You're tired. You're bleeding. I'm gonna make you a promise. We get into that endzone, you're not gonna feel any pain." - Paul Blake, Necessary Roughness

And just as I didn't feel any pain when I "got into that endzone" on May 17, an didn't feel any pain when I "got into that endzone" last July, it's the same here. Sure, I will likely feel plenty of pain when I wake up later today, but at the moment, I feel nothing but relief and joy at making it yet again - and doing my part to make a difference.

It's amazing how that works, isn't it? Adrenaline is one hell of a chemical.

And, those of us on the "A-Team" are almost into that end zone. Just another 90 minutes to go, and we'll put another successful Blogathon in the books.

And next year, fate permitting, we're going to do it again. Pat Riley isn't the only one who can throw three-peat around!

Listening to: "Hung Up" and "Music Inferno" by Her Madgesty

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Camp Barker, Madge Worship, Mi Vida Loca

22 hours down in the marathon, just two more to go. We still have 364 bloggers going (some of them will be going until 9 pm, though, and have a long ways to go themselves).

The best of luck to them - and the best of luck to those who are two hours away from a well-earned rest!

KS has certainly hung in there well for a rookie, and it certainly looks like he'll reach the end without a worry. Though, I don't think we'll hear much from him tomorrow...

Ehh, probably won't hear much from me, either, coming to think of it...

But, it was worth it.

Listening to: "Borderline" and "Ray Of Light" by The Queen

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship, That's What Friends Are For

After 18 hours or so of having them inside one pair of boots or the other, and with my heel elevated, it feels rather funny to be barefoot and flat-footed again.

It also feels like I shrunk.

A shame that human feet weren't designed to be permanently be in that position. Things really would be so much easier...

Just further proof that while the human race has evolved over the millinea, it hasn't always been for the best.

I'll take Lil' Maddy's feet in my next life.

Listening to: "Feels So Good" by Chuck Mangione

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Lil' Maddy

Alex: Very well. How many fingers am I holding up on this hand? *holds up three fingers*

*buzzes in* You're holding up seven fingers! *buzz* Motherfucker!

Or, to put it another one: While I'm at no risk of passing out anytime soon, I'm not exactly seeing too clearly right now..

It's a good thing I don't need to be driving anytime soon...

Just three more hours to go.

Listening to: "Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones

Labels: Blogathon 2007

I just realized that along with having just 3 1/2 hours left to go, that I've been in the same boots for 13 1/2 hours so far.

(Lil' Maddy: Your feet will really love you come 6 am.)

Fine. They'll have plenty of company with the rest of my body. Maybe you should try these boots on?

(Lil' Maddy: They're a little too big for me.)

True.. Then again, you could be the old Maddy who lived in the boot.

(Lil' Maddy: I'll pass.)

Ahhh.. Well.. I tried.

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship

Seems that BlogExplosion Radio (the online station entertaining us crazy insomniacs) is on a bad song marathon - one so bad it's inspired a contest asking us for our most hated song.

Sure, Shatner is an aquired taste, and Shatner has been known to cause insanity in some people, but at least Shat Man has never performed:

The Barney "I Love You" song
"My Heart Will Go On"
"Oops I Did It Again"
"MMMBop"
"Achy Breaky Heart"
"Wannabe"

For this, I am eternally grateful.

Still, I'd pay real money for Shatner to perform "Material Girl" or "Like A Virgin"...

Listening to: "Mr. Tambourine Man" and "Has Been" by Shat Man

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship, Parodies, Shatner On Acid, Stupid Band Tricks

Well, yeah.. There's still a few people left. KS is still ticking. Alane and her quirky cat Mooch are still sticking around. And there are the people in the IRC chat.

(Lil' Maddy: And us!)

And, yes... Of course. Then. Don't you two sleep?

(Lil' Maddy: Naw, we don't have any time for that.)

I can't complain, though. They are behaving so far tonight... The key words, of course, are "so far".

As far as everyone else, well, fortunately, that is why archives exist (thank goodness).

Listening to: "Tonight, Tonight, Tonight" by Genesis

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Lil' Maddy, That's What Friends Are For

Because after all, you haven't really made it to the top until you've made it onto MAD.

Listening to: "Love On The Run" by Emmy & The Emmys

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship, Parodies, Reinvention

Good ol' Chuck.. Could always count on him to get us pumped up after a night of being homeless in LA. Wonder where he is now? Wonder if he'd be into getting us pumped up for the homestretch of Blogathon in the future?

In the meantime, I think I'm going to look into a way to have iced tea fed into me intravaenously. Sure would make life easier...

Listening to: "Shadows Of The Night" by Pat Benatar, "Time Stand Still" by Rush

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Camp Barker, Chuck

I know, we are actually down to just six hours left to go. Doesn't feel that way, though. I feel like it's already Monday morning.

Maybe in the future, I really need to keep some Nytol around or something for nights like last night. Errr, excuse me.. Friday night. It is, after all, now Sunday morning here in California.

Though, I don't know about anyone else, but to me it sounds funny referring to the period between midnight and sunrise as "morning". Sure, it is technically AM on the next day, but it sure looks and feels like the night still.

Ahhh, the little mysteries and pecularities of life that we don't have answers to.

Listening to: "It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by REM, "All Night Long" by Lionel Richie

Labels: A world gone mad, Blogathon 2007, Mi Vida Loca

Thirteen posts left to go, and about 380 of us are still going. We've totally up over $111,000 in pledges - or, to put it another way, just $36,000 away from what Vickyann took home last September.

I've been trying to find some amusing online quizes to take in the meantime. There is of course the Which Madonna Are You quiz I posted a few years ago, Which Sealab Character Are You, and Which Game Show Host Are You (Gee, who could I have gotten?!).

There was a "What kind of boots are you" quiz that was posted about 18 months ago. Sadly, it's gone. That quiz was so me. Then again, I am not sure MY kind of boots would've been on the list, anyway.

I'll have to find some real good ones, post the links and see what everyone else gets.

In the meantime, I'm trying to pretend my bed doesn't exist. Too tempting... Way too tempting...

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Madge Worship, Mi Vida Loca

Well, I'm all done with dinner. No, usually that's not part of the regular diet, but hell.. Why not? Treating yourself every so often won't kill you..

Though, of course, I'll repent and live off brocoli for the next week or so.

Besides, there are worse toppings you can put on a pizza than chicken and peppers...

And it's not like I'll be eating much tomorrow - I haven't mastered the art of eating and sleeping at the same time, thank goodness.

So now that is done, I have seven hours left to cause chaos. Sadly, though, it seems like nearly everyone slept through the day or something (sleeping on my behalf, perhaps?)

Listening to: "Big Time" by Peter Gabriel, "Major Tom" by Peter Schilling

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Mi Vida Loca

Okay, so not quite.. But we got pizza, we got iced tea, we got seventh inning stretch time, we've got boots, and we've got everyone's favorite menaces...

(Lil' Breathless: Us?)

Yes, you.. Now sing!

(Lil' Maddy: I don't feel like it.)

Oy vey. Is it any wonder why I drink at night? Day after day, one of them after another...

Fine, I guess we'll have to call upon Harry Caray once again for the honors.. Besides, we wouldn't want to infringe upon Harry's job, would we?

(Lil' Maddy: Isn't it time to change boots? You've had them on for nine hours!)

What about you? You've worn those same boots for nine months!

(Lil' Maddy: I don't have any others.)

And if you keep being a brat, it'll stay that way. Or maybe I'll get you some nice ballet boots.

Now, you two behave while I listen to some music and have my pizza.

(Lil' Breathless: You met the delivery man in those boots?)

It's not delivery... It's not ape tit.. It's... Oh, nevermind.

Listening to: theme from "The A-Team", "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" by Harry Caray

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Lil' Maddy

Pizza is in the oven. Yes. Pizza! Why not spoil myself? It's not like I go out of my way to regular spend 24+ hours without sleep...

Besides, I managed to make it into the kitchen, place the pizza in the oven, and make it back in 6" heels - without spiking myself nor falling. What an amazing accomplishment - and without steroids, no less!

I knew I had a hidden talent somewhere...

Of course, one of those is not licking my elbow, which thanks to the IRC Blogathon chat, I just learned is impossible. Supposedly. Though, I'll become convinced of that if we determinte that Madonna and Chuck Norris cannot do it.

I guess we really do learn something new everyday on the Hollywood Squares - or something like that.

See, Blogathon is not only insane, it's educational!

Listening to: Theme from "The Hollywood Squares", "Hell On High Heels" by Motley Crue

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Mi Vida Loca

No.. The little ladies ain't in any trouble.. At least not SERIOUS trouble...

Yet.

Held ransom: One Ron Mexico card, currently in Alane's possession, pulled out of a pack of football cards she purchased toward.

Anyone who wants possession of ol' Dogkiller had best speak up by the 1st, and he'll be yours. Otherwise, Mr. PETA himself will suffer a nasty death at the hands of Alane's old lighter and/or my boots.

Anyone? Seriously?

Not like he deserves it anyway.

At times like this I wish I had Bob's phone number. I'm sure he'd have a field day with Ron Mexico...

Hell, I'm not even a dog person (cats like me better anyway), and I'd still gladly wait in line to give him the business over his little "hobby". There is a difference between not being dogs' best friend, and being a sick fuck.

Too bad Ty Cobb isn't around for some spike shapening tips *admiring her metal-heeled boots*.. They could come in handy right now, even if Cobb was a son of a bitch.

I do wish I had raised my hand and asked Bob if he wanted to pull a Happy Gilmore on ol' Ronnie.

Listening to: "Who Let The Dogs Out" by the Baha Men, "Dog Bite" by Dead Kennedys

Labels: A world gone mad, Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship

Really, I'm not.

I mean.. Who? Me? Just because I wear kinky boots and smoke and cuss doesn't mean I'm bad.

I'm just drawn that way.. Like Jessica Rabbit or something.

And anyone who has told you otherwise is just buying into stereotypes and shit like that.

No skeletons in the closet here.... Because I buried them all! Err.. I mean.. I never had any....

Well, okay. Sure. I've had some. We all have. Some I chuckle over. And some I wish I never had. Unfortunately, I don't have an eraser I can take to the ones I wish I could wipe out...

But, I'll share one of the funny ones..

There was the time that I.. I... I... The time I decided to break in a pair of new shoes, and the damned cops thought I was a prostitute.

No joke.

I had bought a new pair of pumps, and decided to go for a little walk in them. At 2 am. Why? Why not? Because it was cool. And dark. And nice outside...

And the police, the wonderful police, saw them and assumed "Hooker!" So they saw me, profiled me, confronted me and promptly wasted 45 minutes of my life questioning me - 45 minutes I can never get back...

Yeah, like I want to sell myself... Like I'd do so in the middle of nowhere...

Just goes to show that stereotypes don't pay, and when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.

This is California, huh? Tolerant California? Hah!

Listening to: "California Uber Alles" by Dead Kennedys, "Wild Ride" by Sherrie Austin

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Mi Vida Loca, Religious Right Ain't Right, Smoking In The Girls' Room

Well, not only here, but outside projects as well...

I have had a few ideas tossing around in my head the last couple of years, but so far nothing has come together... Yet.

Crazy ideas.. Epic ideas. The kind of stuff that would make people say "Wow, that's something else!" or "Wow, you are crazy!" once they all came together...

I wish I could piece everything together, but the perfectionist in me isn't letting me start writing a thing until I feel it can come together well.

On the other hand, though, regardless of how it turns out, at least it would occupy my time. It'd make me think. It'd test my limits... And it sure as hell would be more useful than watching American Idle or Survivor or some crap like that.

And, could it be that bad? Most people, after all, got a kick out of Grand Theft Auto: Television City (and I do wish they would release that game, seriously. It has to be better than San Andreas!).

Still, I'll find a way one of these days to voice all these thoughts in my head - hopefully without a straightjacket and padded walls. :P

(Lil' Maddy: Ohhh! Straightjacket!)

You want some more tape, little lady?

Listening to: "Stairway To Heaven" by Led Zeppelin, "The Tears Of A Clown" by Smokey Robinson

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Lil' Maddy, Mi Vida Loca

The drinks are flowing, the boots are still outrageous, and now we have just ten hours left in the insanity.

I'm debating whether to let my little guests talk. I'm almost tempted to.. Yet, it's nice to escape their bickering and demanding. Yeah, yeah, I know. They must live up to their names...

I did have to suspend the music for a bit while I was on the phone, but now would be a good time for some Madge... Then again, is there ever a bad time for Madge? Is there?!

If anyone else out there is watching, feel free to say hi! The more to join the insanity, the better...

In the meantime, I'll give another shoutout to KS, who is stil with us! And Luka and her enjoyable contests (hopefully you're still with us, too).

Until the next time, put on your dancing shoes, because you're listening to KUNT. It's all Madonna, all the time! :P

Listening to: "Like A Virgin" by Madonna, "Jump" by Madonna

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship, Mi Vida Loca, That's What Friends Are For

Maybe we can ungag the two brats? Maybe they have finally learned lesson? At the least they could entertain us....

Or maybe we could have a bonfire? I think Alane has plenty of kindling...

And, well.. The bar is stocked. Are you drink with me tonight?

Besides, since I'm now Wonder Woman, according to KS, can't I now do anything I want?

Well, except abuse my powers, of course... :P

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Lil' Maddy, You're A Wonder

Okay, so KS wanted me to post about why I should be WW.. While he did not specify whether that was real life or the movie, I'll try to give it a shot...

I do have all the respect and admiration in the world for WW and what she should stand for - especially Lynda Carter's potrayal in the 1970's. I truly believe that I could take that kind of power and influence and use it for the right reasons, instead of giving into human weakness and using it for the wrong reasons and/or solely for myself.

I consider myself a pacifist, and would love to be able to make like the first season of the TV series and use my gifts to strive for peace, believe that like from 1975-1977, I could stop a war with love.

Selfishly, I do have to admit, I love that costume. It's so cute and colorful...

Plus, I have the boots for it!

Labels: A world gone mad, Blogathon 2007, Mi Vida Loca, You're A Wonder

After all, I have more than a little experience with audience participation.

Really.

So, any suggestions on any off the wall thing I should post?

Off the wall Photoshop job?

Off the wall thing to do?

Just try to keep this limited to something I'm familiar with. In other words, don't ask me to write a 2,000 word essay on Harry Potter, or weave a giant web in New York City or any shit like that.

Outside of keeping it to something I know, never let it be said that Maddy doesn't try to please her fans. :P

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Mi Vida Loca, Reinvention

Wow. Well, we're halfway home.. Twelve hours done, and just twelve to go.

I think KS has found food at some point. At least, I hope so. He certainly needed to find something to eat.

And Alane is finally about and online. Hi there!

I'd say everyone else must be sleeping, but even I don't sleep twelve hours. So, I'd imagine they're busy. Hopefully you all drop in between the night is over.. And, the night is still young.

I'd also like to offer a round of applause for the 396 bloggers who are still with us after half a day. I have no hard feelings toward those that have fallen off the horse along the way - in fact, I genuinely feel for them. I do wish I could wave a wand and keep you guys going. Sadly, it's not that easy.

Though, at the moment, we're over $104,000 in total pledges, which is quite an accomplishment - especially with over 72 hours left to pledge. Awesome!

It does get all downhill from here. May not seem like it at first, but all of us on the A-schedule are over 50% of the way home. Keep on going.

And for a little motivation.. Aww, hell, why not.. It's Shatner time!

Listening to: "Invincible" by Pat Benatar, "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds" by William Shatner

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Shatner On Acid

Yeah, don't think I forgot about that, KS... :P

So, how am I supposed to do rainbow color clothes, when, with the exception of the printing on my T-Shirts and my many colored boots, most of my clothing is dark shades and/or black?

I'd blame Johnny Cash, except we've already been over the accountability thing.

Besides, always bet on black!

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship

My favorite bad habit really isn't Madge's fault. Sure, it's fun to tease her about it *looks at her muscular arms*... or not. Still, seriously, anybody who knows me knows how I feel about person accountability. Madonna is no more to blame for smoking or nudity or swearing or singing from crosses as Grand Theft Auto is to blame to dumbass kids shooting at cars, or Burger King is to blame for obesity, or McDonald's is to blame for hot coffee spills, or Bush is to blame for stupid, illegal wars...

Whoops. I was wrong about the last one. That is Bush's fault.

Still, all kidding and teasing aside, I'm not going to blame someone else for my own actions. I'm a firm believer in personal accountability. It was my own fault I ate myself into oblivion in the past. It's my own fault I got into my favorite bad habit (I'll tell you all the story.... In about 300 years). And it's my own fault that these two ladies standing on my desk drive me insane...

(Lil' Breathless: I'm younger than you!
Lil' Maddy: I'm richer than you!
Lil' Breathless: I'm with Dick Tracy!
Lil' Maddy: I'm with...)

On second thought, no. That really IS their fault. Listen to them! They can't get along! They can't play nice! They can't be reasoned with!

You'd think they'd know how to get along with themselves, but they have to bicker. They have to go at it.. They have to...

I guess tape isn't enough.

I'm going to have to hire a babysitter for you two. Or a mistress. Or both.

Seriously, though.. A big part of why this world is so screwed up is a lack of accountability from most people. As sick and as crazy as Michael Jackson is, it does start with the man in the mirror. And I do hope before it's all said and done, the world wakes up and realizes that...

Listening to: "Brand New Lover" by Dead Or Alive, "Crazy On You" by Heart

Labels: A world gone mad, Lil' Maddy, Mi Vida Loca, Smoking In The Girls' Room

Well, I was going to make a wisecrack about another 420, but honestly, I never got into that shit. I mean, don't get me wrong.. I would have no problem if it was legalized, but I've never had any interest in touching it.

Sure, I like the occasional swig of alcohol... And I enjoy my own smoking habit. But, what can I say? I've been corrupted by Madonna, not Marley. :P

Sure, it isn't exactly good for me, but neither is the air around here. Unenjoyable pollution by force, or enjoyable pollution by choice? Hmmm.. What a choice.

Besides, not like I ever got into drugs, and I finally gave up my shitty eating habits. I do have to have some sort of bad habit, after all.

Because, you know.. No smoking and no caffeine makes Maddy something something.

"Go crazy?"

Don't mind if I do!

(Lil' Maddy stares at her, clearing thinking something)

Huh?

(Li' Maddy continues to stares at her. I pull the tape off.)

What's that?

(Lil' Maddy: We could always gag you to make you quit.)

Yeah, well, you know why you won't?

(Lil' Maddy: Why not?)

Because I'm bigger than you. *sticking the tape back over her mouth* Now stand there and look cute! :P

Listening to: "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran, "Bad Girl" by Madonna

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Gagging, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship, Mi Vida Loca, Smoking In The Girls' Room

I'd sell my soul to look like this when I'm closing in on 50.

Well, except for the muscles. While I admire Martina Navratilova, I don't want to resemble her. I don't think the bodybuilder look goes good with exotic boots. Then again, on second thought, Madge seems to love boots almost as much as I do...

Still, Madge.. I honestly want to know your secret. What are you on, and where can I get some of it?

Are you on some sort of miracle drug we don't know about?

Did you find the fountain of youth?

Could it be all the smoking you did over the years?

All the swearing?

Surely you can share your secret with your twin from a parallel universe?

It's not like I'm asking you to turn me into a good singer. After all, you're Madonna, not a magician, or an escalator, or a bricklayer, or a moon shuttle conductor, or an engineer...

Listening to: "Who Do You Want To Be Today" by Oingo Boingo, "Lucky Star" by Queen Madonna

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Madge Worship, Reinvention, Smoking In The Girls' Room, Star Trekkin'

We all saw the number that Bob did on that smart aleck Happy Gilmore a decade ago. Well, now that he is retired from television, he could keep himself busy by becoming a professional ass-kicker...

I've been thinking about this for a couple months, since I attended my last taping, with the Ron Mexico scandal developing. I was tempted to raise my hand and ask him if he was tempted to pull a Happy Gilmore on Ron Mexico. I wish I would've...

But, since then, I started thinking about other people he could give the Happy routine too...

To George W. Bush: "I can't believe you're the president, I think you should be working over at the snack bar. There is no way you could've been as bad at running a baseball team as you are at running the country!"

To Bud $elig: "I can't believe you're the commisioner of baseball, I think you should be working over at the snack bar. There is no way you could've been as bad at selling used cars as you are at running baseball!"

To Britney Spears: "I can't believe a professional singer, I think you should be working on the street corner! There is no way you could've been as bad at whoring yourself out as you are at singing!"

Seriously, Bob. Forget about the tequilia. Forget about bodybuilding and running for governor. You can just be a professional ass-kicker and make the world a better place!

The price is right, bitch!

Listening to: "Come On Down" by Crystal Waters, the theme to "The Price Is Right"

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, Bushwhacking, Sinead O'Britney

Okay, so in yet another off-the-wall subject, I sat here thinking about how many songs or albums I have in my collection from people who didn't exactly make music their day job. I do admit I get a kick out of things like that...

Of course, as you all know, I have Shatner. How can you not have Shatner? Shatner is almost as hilarious as Weird Al Yankovic - except he wasn't trying to be funny back in 1968!

But, I have plenty of others, like the collective "hits" of Leonard Nimoy himself. Nimoy covering "If I Had A Hammer" and "I Walk The Line" (amongst others) is almost up there with Shatner!

How about Regis Philbin singing "Pennies From Heaven" decades before he delivered a few million from heaven on television?

Chuck Woolery, Mr. Two And Two himself, giving the lead vocals on Avant-Garde's top 40 hit "Naturally Stoned" in the late 60's.

Terry Bradshaw, he of four Super Bowl rings, with a hit cover of "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" back in 1975.

Carroll O'Connor, the one and only Archie Bunker, performing "Remembering You" (the closing theme from "All In The Family" with vocals).

Of course, you can't overlook those Chicago Bears and their "Super Bowl Shuffle".

Crispin Glover, maybe the craziest man in Hollywood, doing a cover of "These Boots Were Made For Walkin'" in the late 1980's.

Robin Williams singing "Blame Canada" at the Oscars several years ago...

And even everybody's favorite Amazon got in on the act, as Lynda Carter released an album named Portrait back in 1977 (before getting into acting, Lynda wanted to pursue a career in music).

And, of course, there is Sherrie Austin and that Academy Award winning actress Madonna.

Huh? What's that? Sherrie doesn't count because she's been involved in music more than she has acting?

And Madonna never won an Oscar? Not even for Who's That Girl? How about Desperately Seeking Susan?! Damn... It was worth a shot. I tried Madge. Really, I did.

I know. I do have warped tastes in music, huh? Could be worse - it's not like I like my own singing!

Listening to: "Toto (Don't It Feel Like Paradise)" by Lynda Carter, "I Walk The Line" by Leonard Nimoy, "Remembering You" by Carroll O'Connor

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship, Stone Cold Sherrie Austin, You're A Wonder

I ended up finding that 1987 chart after all. Oh well, I'll save it for later - especially since the top 10 really doesn't count for this week 20 years ago. Someone is missing from it.

I thought there was a law back then that Her Madgesty had to occupy the top 10 at all times? Seemed that way, at least...

I'd like to say hi again to Lydia, who stopped by recent to say hi. She is also blogging for the Alzheimer's Association. As I've said 100 times in the last couple of years, this is a terrible disease that not only afflicts the person suffering from it, but deeply affects everyone around them. The AA needs all the support it can get, and I am glad to see others out there devoting their time and energy today to this organization.

Keep up the good work, Lydia. And thank you!

Listening to: "The Flame" by Cheap Trick

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship, Mi Vida Loca

Several months ago, I had found a (then) regular feature on Entertainment Weekly's website where they would go back in time, pick a year from the past, and give us the top ten singles chart for of this week in that year (Such as, say, the third week of April from 1984).

Sadly, they no longer seem to be doing so, as they haven't done one in five weeks now.

So, fiddling around, I went to billboard.com and found that I can pull up "historic" charts - sadly, though, for us people who don't want to pay Billboard, only as far back as 15 years.

So, I figured for giggles, I'd pull up the chart from August 1, 1992. While it wasn't 1987 (or even 1982) as I'd hope, it still gives us an idea of how much pop music has changed (for the worse) in a mere 15 years.

10. The Cover Girls, "Wishing On A Star"

A nice, cutesy little pop song back when we could actually get them on the air.

9. En Vogue, "Giving Him Something He Can Feel"

Ahh, the good ol' days - when REAL R&B found it's way onto the R&B charts. And, no, I'm not just saying that because En Vogue did a video where all of the members wore rather cool boots. A shame they fizzled out so quickly.

8. Boyz II Men, "End Of The Road"

By far one of THE most talent acts of the early 1990's. Like countless others, a victim of the changes in the industry (and the public's "taste). Not alternative, not gangsta, and flushed down the toilet.

7. Tom Cochrane, "Life Is A Highway"

Nice rock song, and unfortunately, Tom's last trip into the top 40.

6. Guns N Roses, "November Rain"

By the pathetic standards of this mediocre and manufactured band (Actually, that isn't nice of me - after all, I only hate Axl), a pretty good song by then.

Axl, just go away already.

5. Jon Secada, "Just Another Day"

Fifteen years ago, Jon looked like the next big thing with a huge album and a few huge hits. Sadly, like so many artists of the late 80's and early 90's, he disappered faster than you can say "Martika".

4. Billy Ray Cyrus, "Achy Breaky Heart"

GOD HELP US ALL. GOD SPARE US FROM EVER HEARING THIS FUCKING SONG AGAIN!

3. TLC, "Baby-Baby-Baby"

Their second big hit, in the early days, before the band became an enormous soap opera and Lisa Lopes' life spiraled out of control.

2. Madonna, "This Used To Be My Playground"

Just your typical one-hit wonde... Whoops. Sorry. I had you confused with someone else.

I meant to say: Just your typical #1 hit from The Queen, as her hit song from A League Of Their Own had already peaked at #1, and at this point had spent nearly half a year on the charts.

All hail The Queen!

1. Sir Mix-A-Lot, "Baby Got Back"

One upon a time, rap was actually fun. Artists like Sir Mix-A-Lot got airplay. Then, thanks to the fact they weren't "hardcore" enough, they disappeared faster than you can say "Jon Secada".

Listening to: "Achy Breaky Song" by Weird Al Yankovic, "This Used To Be My Playground" by Her Madgesty

Labels: A world gone mad, Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship

There was a point where I considered the #16 evil. It brought memories of Joe Montana. And... Joe Montana. And... You get the idea.

Of course, that changed on May 17, on trip #7 to Game Show Mecca, when I wound up with priority number... 16. Which put me at on the right aisle in row 3. Which resulted in that priceless moment.

Now, needless to say, 16 will be associated with much happier memories than the archrival's quarterback.

Go figure. I got so wrapped up in trying to focus on what my priority number was on the previous six tapings, and the one time I get a number that I wasn't so fond of, I say "fuck it" (partially because I really couldn't think of a big deal on why I'd want #17), and everything finally falls into place.

Maybe numerology isn't what it's cracked up to be after all? Yeah, and if my sister ever heard me say that, I'd never hear the end of it.

Now, if only I can figure out the formula to meet Madonna. Then I could die happy...

*looks at gagged Lil' Maddy* No. You don't count, either.

Listening to: "Hold The Line" by Toto, "Heart Of Glass" by Blondie

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, Camp Barker, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship

Well, I'm now in my 6" heeled black-patent knee-high boots. And as far as a drink...

Valeris: We have a supply of Romulan Ale. It should help the evening go more... smoothly.

Yeah, good idea. Romulan Ale. And maybe some Stimutacs to go with it...

Of course, it's going to be a little interesting making pizza later with these stilts on my feet. Oh, boy... Maybe I'll have to go with something more conservative by then.

At least a drink or two should loosen up my mind a bit. Can't hurt. After all, I was drinking when we kicked off last year's Blogathon.

(Lil' Breathless: Yeah, and you started off that one with a fixation on gagging people.)

Gagging.. Now that's a good idea!

*Grabs a small piece of duct tape and sticks it over Breathless' mouth*

(Lil' Breathless: Hey! What ar.. Mmmmph!)

Ahh, that's better.

(Lil' Maddy: Hooray! I win!)

*Sticks tape over Lil' Maddy's mouth*

(Lil' Maddy: Mmmph!)

See, I told you two to behave, didn't I? Maybe you'll listen the next time... I tell you, they're like cats. They think they own the place.

Listening to: "The Sound Of Silence" by Simon & Garfunkel, "Naturally Stoned" by Avant-Garde

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Gagging, Lil' Maddy

At the moment, I'm having no problem staying awake. I am having a bit of trouble getting the hamster in my head going, though. I'd say that someone swapped my hamster with Britney Spears', but I don't have fleas, so that can't be the case.

Plus, maybe it's time for a new pair of boots, too. Gotta keep things interesting somehow, huh?

Maybe I need to fire up Photoshop or something. :P

Listening to: "Something About You" by Level 42, "One On One" by Hall & Oates

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Sinead O'Britney

Sadly, six hours into our marathon, we're watching the participants drop off. We started with over 570, and now it's slipped down to 428.

KS, too, is struggling. I'm wondering if we can get caffeine pumped into him through an IV? Hang in there!

Meanwhile, I'm still taking mine the old fashioned way, though maybe it's time for something with a little more kick... Not only to help time pass a little more quickly, but to maybe create a little insanity, no?

(Lil' Breathless: Yeah, have a drink. We want to post!)

Oh, great. You want to post, too? What am I going to do with you two? If one of you wanted to imitate the Bandini commercials and jump off a mountain of fertilizer on skis, would the other insist on doing it too?!

(Both: Yes!)

Lovely. What else are you two up to?

(Lil' Maddy: Trying to take over the world.)

Yeah... I should've known. I told you two to behave.

(Lil' Maddy: I can't. I must live up to my name!)

Maybe I should've gotten a Lil' Sherrie after all.

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Lil' Maddy

Well, I guess there aren't 6,782 marbles in that jar after all.

Actually, this isn't the first time I've been involved in a similiar contest...

New Year's 1992, my friend Mike (not the same one who's been doing TPIR with me) and I attended one of the many annual New Year's fests. They had a contest where we needed to guess how many beer caps were inside a five gallon water jug.

The person who came closest (it was 6,000-something) ended up winning..... a mirror with the number of beer caps spelled out in glued-on beer caps.

Cute.

Ahh, how I love those parties. Such a blast. They used to be such a great excuse to get drunk and crazy - until I decided to quit being so crazy at those parties.

Those parties started on the cutting edge of telecommunications - dial-up modems, before the Internet got big. Back when most of the people you were talking to online were local.

Kind of seems hard to believe how quickly that's all changed. World-wide webs and broadband modems. Wow. I mean, hell, fifteen years ago, 2400 baud seemed fast.

I admit, it's nice to be able to log on and talk to people halfway across the world in a blink of an eye. But I do miss those local fests and parties...

But, at the rate technology is going, who knows? Maybe they'll be able to beam us around the planet sooner than we know.

That'd be an effective way to deal with my fear of flying.

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Mi Vida Loca

Well, knock on wood. After one little computer hiccup (needing to reinstall the sound drivers) and one surprise knock on the door, nothing else unexpected has happened. Thank goodness. Lieutenant Worf may feel that today is a good day to die, but today is not a good day for surprises.

Well, then again, considering what I need to do today, I think I'll die another day instead.

We've gotten five hours in the books so far. I'm on iced tea #4, pair of boots #1, and I've lost count of how many songs. I've taken part in a couple contests on other blogs, just for something different to do.

Though, quite appropriately with whom I'm blogging for, I've been thinking about memories of days past.

Recently, I ended up buzzing by my old house, where I had lived from 1981 until 1986. Has it really been 21 years since I moved? And is that really the same place? It looked radically different with a new paint job, a new front door, and all the bushes and trees yanked out of the front yard.

It's kind of hard to believe when I left there that my mother was still alive, my father was a few months shy of 40, True Blue hadn't come out yet, and Bob Barker hadn't gone grey (to name a few things).

What's funny is how it seems like times like that weren't that long ago - yet at the same time, it almost feels like a lifetime ago.

I don't know what shocks me more - thinking it's been 15 years since I was paroled from high school, or 21 since I moved on from elementary school.

Where are the pause and rewind buttons when you need them?

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship, Mi Vida Loca, Star Trekkin'

I've sat here this morning, thinking about retirements. Bob Barker, of course. Arnold Palmer. Athletes who played sports the right way. And, of course, there's the fact Sherrie hasn't released an album in almost four years, and at the rate she's going, she may never do so again.

Change really sucks ass, doesn't it?

So, I was thinking something has to remain the same. Something can't change, ever.

Therefore, I say that Madonna is the chosen one. She can never retire. She can never die, either. She has to keep going forever and forever.

Why would this bother her anway? She wants to live forever. And she's having fun, kicking ass and taking names. Why quit now?

I know, it's a tall order. But if anyone can do it, it's Madonna.

After all, she should live up to her name.

Listening to: "Hung Up" by Madonna, "Don't Fear The Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, King Arnold, Madge Worship

Well, it should be. We can call it Blogathon Day. Or Crazy-Ass People Who Sit In Front Of Their Computers And Blog For A Whole Day Day!

Seriously.. I get a knock on my door 20 minutes ago. Maintainence, wanting to come by and take care of a few things in my apartment. Today? Lovely...

So, I asked the manager if it can be held off until Monday. Since our lonely repairman has to be back here on Monday anyway, she said that would be fine.

Thank goodness. I mean, today is going to be enough of a handful without Don being in and out, fixing shit, etc...

I knew I should've put a "Do not disturb" sign on my door after all.

I suppose around 1 or so I'll have my sister (the one I actually speak with) calling me, wanting to come by or wanting to go out - even though I already told her this weekend is booked.

Why does it seem that things come up when I'm booked, and not when I have all the time in the world and nothing to do with it?

Listening to: "Over My Head" by Fleetwood Mac, "Summer Breeze" by Seals & Crofts

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Mi Vida Loca

No, not smoking. Or boots.

A friend of mine made the mistake of getting me into World Of Warcraft. Heh...

No, I don't live on there, like some people. But it is a rather fun diversion, and this is coming from someone who usually isn't into RPG's.

While I have avoided the player vs. player regions so far (and not totally sure if that'll be my cup of tea), I do have to admit to enjoying the fun of wandering around this nice, large virtual world and exploring it. And it sounds like it could become even bigger in the future.

I used to be a total gaming nut, I must admit. Though, in recent years, as the games seem to have become more about impressive graphics than impressive gameplay, I've found myself enjoying the classics more. No matter how good a game looks, if it sucks, it sucks.

One of these years, though, I am going to get my hands on a PS2. I know, the 3 is out now, but why on Earth would I spend $500 for just a console? Especially when there really aren't any games out for it I'm dying to get my hands on, where they are some for the PS2 I'd love to get...

Can't go wrong with Hot Shots Golf. Or some of the Star Trek games that came out for the PS2, but not the PC. And I have a few friends who desperately want me to get into Final Fantasy X and X-2 (neither of which came out for the PC, sadly). And Guitar Hero - if I don't give myself carpal tunnel from playing it. And, of course, there is Justice League Heroes, where I'd get the fun of playing as virtual Wonder Woman...

Besides, a PS2 and the games I do want for it would probably cost me less than the cost of a PS3 alone.

Still, even with my issues with some of the games released today (all graphics, no substance), it's still mind-blowing technology for someone whose first system was a ColecoVision.

My, how time has flown...

Listening to: "Too Much Time On My Hands" by Styx, "Missing The Beat" by Colourhaus

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Mi Vida Loca, Smoking In The Girls' Room, You're A Wonder

So, 7 posts and I've already touched on WW and TPIR. What can I say, but I am a junkie for the television of my youth. After all, I'm seeking a time machine so I can go back to the 80's - and stay there.

Maybe it's a case of wanting to relive my youth. Or the fact TV sucks today. Or both.

As many of you know, I grew up hooked on game shows and the television of the late 70's/early 80's. Especially game shows. It's a good thing, too. I probably would've driven my poor mother nuts if I hadn't gotten into game shows so that there'd be something to occupy my time when WW wasn't on.

Though, I do admit it isn't just the shows I miss (especially since TV Land and GSN seem to ditch the classics and become more modern each years). It's the memories of sitting in the living room with my parents, or grandparents. Simpler times, and times with people (excluding my father) that I really do miss.

They can bring back the classics - which I'm grateful for. Just a shame they can't bring back the past with it.

Listening to: "Valotte" by Julian Lennon, "Wheel In The Sky" by Journey

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, Gone But Not Forgotten, You're A Wonder

This does bring to mind some of the wicked ideas I used to have for getting a shirt made up to grab attention during my trips to Game Show Mecca, with the hopes of getting down to Contestant's Row - or, at the very least, throwing Stan for a loop.

I, of course, had thoughts of getting shirts made with something witty and unusual printed on them, like:

"Pick me - I want to play Double Prices!"
"Pick me - I want to play Professor Price!"
"Pick me - I know how to play Check Game!"
"Pick me - I want to play any pricing game!"
"Kiss me Mrs. Ritchie!" (Gee, wonder where I got that idea...)

However, the most warped ideas I had involved photoshopping Bob's head onto someone else's body. Why? Because I certainly laughed my ass off this year when someone wore a shirt with Bob's head photoshopped onto a bodybuilder. When that contestant got up on stage, Bob pointed out his shirt and said "That's my body, all right. I have no idea whose head that is, though!"

So, I actually entertained thoughts of putting Bob's head onto Madonna's body (most likely circa 1986-87 in her pointy coned bustier stage), or even Wonder Woman - just to see if Bob would look at my shirt and say "Yeah, that's definitely my body. I don't know whose head that is, though!"

That would've indeed been priceless. And the crazy thing is, he might've very well said that.

Damned wasted oppotunities.

I am definitely crazy, aren't I?

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, Camp Barker, Madge Worship, You're A Wonder

Yep, it's footwear time, and I've kicked off this year's fun with one of the pairs I purchased a couple months ago to cheer myself up just before the Grand Finale.

These boots are a bit unusual for me - the spiked heel addict - in that they have 3" block heels. But, I didn't buy them so much for the heels as I did the style... They're red with white stripes that come up the front and go around the top.

Sound familiar?



They probably do now.

You knew I just had to get these. Though, I'd prefer mine in leather, with spiked heels. Hmm... Maybe I need to find a pair of inexpensive red knee-high boots and make alterations to them?

I also need to get the costume to go with them... Some year.

Speaking of costumes, hopefully Hollywood will pull their heads out of their asses now that Joss Whedon will have nothing to do with the film they're planning to release in 2009. Among Whedon's bright ideas was to ditch Wonder Woman's costume.

Say what?! I have three little words for that: Cathy Lee Crosby. Didn't anyone learn from the 1974 telefiasco (as many devoted fans refer to the Crosby made-for-TV movie) that Wonder Woman, minus costume, equals bomb?

That said, I'm still a bit nervous about this film. Not only are we talking 21st centry Hollywood (see: Bumblebee the Camaro), but it's easy to be nervous when at one point they considered Mariah Carey for the role.

Dear gawd. Who's next? Britney Spears?

Anyway, I've already chimed in with my ideas of who should play WW in the movie... Like her... And her. And even her.

Let's just keep our fingers crossed that they don't screw this up.

Listening to: "These Boots Were Made For Walkin'" by Nancy Sinatra, the theme song to Wonder Woman

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Madge Worship, Stone Cold Sherrie Austin, You're A Wonder

It's funny, usually my friends give me grief about my sleeping hours. "Damn, you sure sleep late!". Yet, here it is at 7:30 am on Saturday, and around me there is KS, and... KS... and... Lil' Maddy... and... Lil' Breathless.

What can I say but I usually have an allergic reaction to mornings. I usually only deal with them when I have to, and usually then I didn't find them tolerable without my visits from Dr. Bob (which in a few months or so will mean Dr. Drew. Wait. That doesn't sound right...).

Anyway, the caffeine has kicked in, so I'm no longer in that double dose of loopiness - from just getting up AND from not quite sleeping. That goodness. This does become easier to do when you can actually think.

(Lil' Maddy: So, when do I get to post?)

When do.. what?! You're... Look. Ask me again when I'm drunk.

Meanwhile, I'm off to grab some boots. Why? Why not? Because I can...

Listening to: "Take Me (I Want You)" by Emmy & The Emmys, "Antmusic" by Adam & The Ants

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Emmy Worship, Lil' Maddy

Yeah, had to perform a little early morning computer maintainence. That's always fun. Something was a little buggy with my console for my soundcard's drivers. And, considering how much I need music to keep myself going through this lengthy event, I certainly can't have my soundcard not running on all thrusters.

It's bad enough I don't have my lovely headphones that I had last year (gotta give in at some point and buy a used or refurbished pair on eBay, as that model was discontinued, sadly). These speakers I have are junk. I could wire my nice speakers back up to my stereo, but the idea is for me to enjoy my music - not force my neighbors to enjoy my music with me.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I can't help but to roll my eyes at most of the music that comes out anymore. The older I get, the older my tastes get. Here it is, in 2007, and I have two "current" artists I give a damn about. One's been around for 25 years (gee, who could that be?), and the other hasn't released an album in almost four years.

Fortunately, there is plenty of good music from the 60's, 70's and 80's to enjoy. Besides, not only was the music better, but it's always a nice trip down memory lane.

Can't go wrong there.

Listening to: "Material Girl (Disconet remix)" by Her Madgesty, "Nothing Ever Goes As Planned" by Styx

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Madge Worship

Yeah. I have iced tea in one hand, and a Diet Coke in the other. Sadly, I only have one mouth, so it kinda defeats the purpose, huh?

What, did you think I was going to say I had a beer in each hand or something? Not just yet. And, no, it's not like I am petting a dog with one hand, and have tequilia in the other. :P

Cat just mentioned on the Blogathon home page that she got up to make donuts? Gimme! Mmmm... Donuts. In fact, earlier this morning, I was thinking donuts sound good. Unfortunately, the donut shop near me isn't open 24 hours. Rats.

Isn't that a federal offense? It should be. It's not like I eat donuts the way I used to. I've been good since I put myself on a diet!

Oh, well. Maybe it's for the best. Donuts for me are like Lay's potato chips - I can't eat just one...

Fortunately, the caffeine is slowly kicking in. Also, fortunately, I feel better knowing I am not the only one with voices in my head - err, I mean, uhh.. Friends talking to me. Yeah, that's what I meant to say.

I'm not crazy. Not me!

Listening to: "Still Crazy After All These Years" by Paul Simon, "Rockin' The Paradise" by Styx

Labels: Blogathon 2007

This is not a test, this a Blogathon! It's 0600. What's the 0 stand for? Oh, fucking shit, it's EARLY!

Too early, or too late, depending on how you look at it. I went to bed 8 1/2 hours ago. Notice I said went to bed, and not to sleep. I spent most of the time staring at my ceiling or catnapping (as in sleeping like a cat, not kidnapping kitties).

What on Earth happened? You would think with the way I "slept" last night that I was back at Camp Barker again. Yikes... Then again, I should be able to get through this. Why not? I have plenty of iced tea. And coffee. And Coke. And this time around, there's no security guards to mistake Arizona iced tea for booze.

(Lil' Maddy: No, there's just us.)

Yeah, just these two characters. Are you two being nice today?

(Lil' Breathless: Of course!)

Thank goodness. I'm going to be enough for me to handle over the next 24 hours without you two on top of it.

Anyway, I'm dumping iced tea into my brain, I have some music going, and maybe it'll even be boot time soon enough.

So, in the words of Pink (especially before they fire up the cameras in Studio 33), let's get this party started!

Anyone else out there awake so far besides KS? If so, top of the day to you!

Listening to: "Get This Party Started" by Pink, "Cleveland Rocks" by Presidents Of The United States Of America (you just KNEW I had to play that one sometime today), and "Holiday" by Madonna

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Camp Barker, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship, The Drew Is Right

I'll be up bright and early at 6 am tomorrow morning along with roughly 500 other bloggers (578 have signed up, but I am not sure how many will be on the B-schedule) to kick off Blogathon 2007. You'll all get to sit back and watch what insane things I post over the next 24 hours, after too much caffeine and alcohol, and no sleep!

KS will be among those 578 himself, blogging for the Make A Wish Foundation. As I don't have a credit card, it would be impossible for me to sponsor him through the normal process. However, I can have him enter me as a "proxy sponsor", and then I can handle my donation through the mail. I am going to do so, I just need to do a big of figuring to see how much I can afford to send out. However, I will definitely get back to you with how much I'll be contributing before the Tuesday deadline.

I do want to give a big thank you to Diz, Alane and Rob, who have already signed up and pledged! Another thank you to Paul, who will be sending his donation to the Alzheimer's Association through the mail (we should have everything all set soon)! And also to Elaine, who is going to be pledging once she gets her check from The Man (and, yes, you do have until 9 pm Tuesday to sign up to sponsor, and you will have some time after the Tuesday deadline to actually donate, so you're not facing an immediate deadline)!

Hopefully we can get a few more between now and Tuesday night's deadline (not to be confused with tuesday night music clubs).

I'll be seeing you all nice and early tomorrow morning.

Labels: Blogathon 2007, That's What Friends Are For

Once upon a time, I genuinely cared about sports (can't really say that anymore, honestly), and used to get excited when the offseason would roll around. What big trades would we see? What huge signings would take place?

Needless to say, no longer caring about baseball or basketball, and with waning interest in football, that excitement hasn't been there in recent years. I don't care about the 49ers spending $85 million on a cornerback (wait - I've never cared about the 49ers). I don't care about the Magic paying $125 million to a one-dimension guard/forward.

But, today, we had a free agency signing that has me absolutely thrilled and fired up. It's not baseball, or football... It's something far more entertaining. And I only know of one way to say it...

Drew Carey... COME ON DOWN!! You're the next HOST of The Price Is Right!

After nearly nine months, the great host search has finally come to an end, with CBS and Fremantle making the right choice. Realizing for some time that Rich Fields would not be named the new host, I hoped they would find a good option to host the show. However, I rapidly lost hope over the months, as we heard names like Dave Price, Mark Steines, George Hamilton, Mike Richards and Ian Fucking Ziering thrown around. I began to think this show had no hope after Bob retired, and was prepared to say goodbye to a show that had been a part of my life since 1979.

In May, after (from what I heard) the second auditions for Steines and Hamilton failed to blow anyone away, I started trying to think of people who could host the show and make it work.

Madonna? Too controversial and profane.

Howard Stern? Ditto, and hates Les Moonves.

William Shatner? Probably too old, sadly.

But, then it dawned on me. Hey! Drew Carey would make a great host! Why hasn't anyone thought of him?

Wouldn't you know it, a month later, someone DID finally think of him. Of course, around the time his name was thrown into the mix, we were also hearing other names in the mix: Mark DeCarlo, Dan Patrick, and of course, Ian Fucking Ziering.

So, I spent the last month with my fingers crossed, not only that they would avoid a disasterous mistake like hiring Ziering or Steines or someone who could only lead the show off a cliff, but that they would pull the trigger and hire Drew Carey.

Why?

Not only have I been a big Drew Carey fan for years, but I think Drew's personality is a perfect fit for the show. Fame and success hasn't gone to his head. He relates to everyday people. He dishes out $100 bills as tips when he goes out to eat. He's the kind of guy you can sit down and have a beer with.

So, there was no doubt in my mind that Drew could relate to contestants, instead of looking down at them. And that is a necessity for a show like this.

The Price Is Right has worked for 35 years because Bob Barker could relate to his contestants. He knew when to let them be the star, and when to be a host. He never looked down on the people who stood up on stage to play a pricing game. His success - and the show's success - was because of these, not just because he was a big name with television experience.

What had scared me with the other names was that I didn't know if they could do that. Ian Fucking Ziering? Mark Steines? Dave Price? These guys were gifted (allegedly) in looking into a camera and reading their lines, or telling us the weather, or reading their lines, or giving us the latest dumbass story about Anna Nicole, or Britney, or P*r*s, or Lindsay.

But could they do an audience participation show? In all honesty, my guess was no.

But Drew is another story, because of how he relates to us everyday people in the everyday world. Which is why I've been firmly in his corner for two months...

...And, which is why I'm estatic over today's news that he is indeed The Man to help lead The Price Is Right into its 36th season... and beyond.

What this news does for me is not only once again makes me excited to turn on The Price Is Right with Drew Carey, but it has me entertaining thoughts of - you guessed it - pilgrimages to Television City to see Drew Carey in person! This just took TPIR off life support for me, because the crown jewel of teleivision is once again alive and kicking in my mind.

Drew Carey is not Bob Barker. There'll never be another Bob Barker. I'll always miss Bob, and in my heart, he can never truly replace what Bob did, or what he meant to the show. But, I truly believe he can continue to make the show a success, and carve out his own little niche in the landscape of this priceless show. He will bring his own style to the show, one I believe will work. He'll find a way to bring excitement and humor to the show, and create a priceless experience for contestants and viewers alike.

This is the best news I've gotten this summer. This doesn't take away the pain of saying goodbye to Bob, but it eases it somewhat. It has also taken my show and turned it into appointment television again, just six weeks after I thought television was dead.

Thank you, CBS! Thank you, Fremantle! And thank you, Drew Carey!

Now, I need to go... I need to get those potted plants out of my television set.

Labels: Barker Worship, The Drew Is Right

With seven days and change left until the fun begins next Saturday, I've been trying to get some long overdue things taken care of (like finally getting things burnt onto CD to free up hard drive space, computer maintainence, etc. etc. etc.) That's why I've fallen behind a bit on things here online.

But, I'm partially caught up. Thank goodness. Ain't procrastination fun?

I added a shiny button for this year's Blogathon. Anyone looking to sponsor me can just click on the button to the left and it'll take you where you need to go. Thank you to Diz (who has already signed up to do so), and thank you to the rest of you who are planning to sponsor me! :)

I finally got to see Esther Madge's Live Earth performance (thanks, Elaine!). I think it goes without saying, but she kicked ass. Major ass. But, then again, when DOESN'T she? Since she has already attached herself to a new first name, why not a new middle name, too? She can be Esther Madge Kick-Ass Ritchie...

I also love how she kicked off another live performance that was beamed all over the world by calling the audience "motherfuckers". I think it's cute how she uses that word without a care in the world.

Now, I'm off to get caught up on everything else I've missed online. Next weekend should be a real blast, though. I got booze. I got boots. I got my two little friends. And I'll have 24 hours for all sorts of hijinks.

Thank you again to all of you!

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Lil' Maddy, Madge Worship

Everything's been verified on the Blogathon site, and things are ready to roll. Anyone interested in sponsoring me for the 28th can click here, and of course sit back and watch the insanity ensue.

Again, I am grateful for anything donated, regardless of the amount.

Last year, of course, I let sponsors choose a pair of boots for me to wear during my 24 hour marathon. I can do that again, or even come up with something new. Like pick a song? Or a topic? Or even offer Bob Barker's pants?

Okay, so I didn't have $600 to spend on Bob's pants on eBay. Still, that auction went for far less than his microphone did. But, at least we now the actual retail price of Bob's USED pants...

I've also added a link for Paul's blog (it's under "Hey You"). Check it out when you get the chance. Paul posts regularly on a number of topics. I do enjoy reading his topics, and I am sure you will, too.

I'm now off to get some badly needed sleep. Ain't insomnia a bitch?

Labels: Barker Worship, Bidding On Bob's Pants, Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship

After a weekend of soul-searching, I have decided to blog for the Alzheimer's Association this year. I was, of course, going to last year, until that minor controversy.

However, since then, I've had the founder of Blogathon come out and tell us that while it's nice to let the charities know, that it's not required - after all, we are giving 24 hours of our time to help them.

And, I did say last year that I would do the AA this year, but that said, with so many good charities out there, I had to either:

A. Use more than one of my blog to raise money for more than one charity, as you can only raise money for one charity per blog. That would not only require more posts (and blogging on one blog for 24 hours can be hard enough), but require me to blow the dust off my other blogs - with the most recent update to any of them being last September. Or...

B. Pick one.

I considered the Electronic Frontier Foundation again (an organization I strongly support). I considered Raising Malawi, but then figured that cause has quite a champion already. I considered looking into some other free speech organizations, into organizations that support people with Autism, and even considered trying to find an organization that might help out people battling long-term illnesses due to food poisoning (thanks a lot, ConAgra Foods).

But, ultimately, my heart kept pulling me back to Alzheimer's. As most of you know, I lost my dear grandfather to complications of Alzheimer's on November 18, 1997, after the dreaded disease erased nearly all of his memories (including his 28 years in the Air Force, and knowing so many people who made a difference in our nation's history when it came to aviation, such as Chuck Yeager and John Glenn).

And, of course, my father has been battling this terrible disease for two years now. While so far he is holding his ground, medicating someone will only work so long.

So, this truly is a cause near and dear to my heart, and one I would like to do my best to help this year.

Once my account is verified, I'll have the link to sponsor me. For those who were along for the ride last year, you know the drill. For those who weren't, basically you click on the link and sponsor me for however much you'd like/can afford to sponsor (anywhere from $1 up).

As with last year, while I'd like to raise all I can, I understand money is a limited thing, and I will be truly grateful for anything sponsored (whether it be $1, or $1,000,000 - that's for you if you're reading, Esther Madge! :P).

All pledges and donations go directly to the Alzheimer's Association through their website - I don't touch a cent of it, I don't play middlewoman, it all goes straight to the charity.

I want to again thank everyone out there who supported my efforts and the EFF last year, and I do hope we can help another great cause this year!

Besides, who knows what wacky things you may all get to witness this year! :P

I'll have the information posted as soon as I have it.

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Mi Vida Loca, That's What Friends Are For

On Saturday, July 28, it's time for the annual Blogathon. You know, that fun experience where I get to post insanity for 24 hours to raise money for charity.

I did enjoy the experience quite a bit last year, and definitely would like to do it again this year.

My only question is whether I should blog for the Electronic Frontier Foundation again, or for the Alzheimer's Association. Or perhaps another organization? Any thoughts?

Secondly, I'd like to offer my thanks and love for the all the kind words and emotional support over the last month. While I expected the retirement to hurt, I didn't quite think it'd shake me up as much as it did. I do honestly think it was a combination of not only realizing how much I'd miss Bob Barker on my television, but the reality that another link to my childhood (and there are far, far too few left anymore) is gone.

On the subject, the neverending host search carries on. A look at some of the latest names to be tossed into the mix:

Mark DeCarlo: Yeah, THAT Mark DeCarlo. Fortunately, it appears he cancelled his audition. Thank goodness! Someone who hosted garbage like Studs should never, EVER be allowed to work on television again!

Rosie O'Donnell: Depending on who you believe, she either never was a real candidate (and was invited to lunch by the producers so they could tell her she was never a candidate), or she was - and not only demanded too much money, but wanted the show moved to New York. According to one source, the former is true and the latter was made up for the sake of making her look more relevant than she was. Either way, she is OUT. THANK GOODNESS!

Ian Ziering: Is this 2007, or 1993? I know his stock has boosted thanks to Dancing With The Stars, but c'mon. He'll always be that annoying Steve Sanders to me.

Who's next? Jason Priestley? Shannen Daugherty? Please. Nobody from 90210 - OR from a reality show!

Drew Carey: No joke. And, quite frankly, maybe THE best candidate we've heard to date. He's funny, he's charming, he relates to people, and success hasn't spoiled him in the least. He's dealt with "game show" zaniness on Whose Line Is It Anyway, he's hosted a legitimate game show (Play For A Billion), and next month he will host Power Of 10.

If I had any say in the matter, my stance would be if Drew blew me away in an audition, the job is his. Everyone else can just go home already.

Marco Antonio Regil: Haven't heard of him? Most of America probably hasn't. But, for three years, he hosted a little show on Mexican television called Atinale al Precio - a show where contestants were rewarded for knowing their prices, which featured a large number of different games.

Sound familiar? Yep, you guessed it - Marco hosted Mexico's TPIR!

Needless to say, a very intriguing choice, as he has experience hosting a version of TPIR...

Marc Summers: Frankly, I'm surprised his name hasn't come up sooner. Marc is charming (from my understanding a truly nice man), and we all know he has his share of experience dealing with game show wackiness. Fortunately for him, this game show does not include slime, pies or any other serious messes.

Dan Patrick: Yes, THAT Dan Patrick. I have nothing against Dan personally, but my last memory of him (before my ESPN boycott began) was him trying to actually tell us that Michael jordon is the greatest athlete of the 20th century as the close of their SportsCentury list (Biggest whore in sports history, perhaps, but certainly not the greatest athlete ever. But that's for another time and place).

Would this mean that TPIR has to be filled with propaganda about the so-called greatness of Barroid Bonds, Terrell Owens, Tiger Woods, Tom Brady, etc. etc. etc.?

Furthermore, I don't think Dan has the right personality for the job. If any sportscaster from recent history should be offered the job, it should be Keith Olbermann.

That said, I've heard everything over the last 24 hours, from Dan has been offered an audition, to he has no interest, to he is set to make a "big announcement" - that he IS the new host.

I don't know.

All I do know is it's now nearly Independence Day, Bob has been officially retired for nearly a month, and there is no host. Still.

Personally, I'm pulling for Drew Carey at this point, and if not him, then Marc Summers. I'd have a firmer opinion of Marco Antonio Regil if I were more familiar with his work (maybe I need to track some of it down?), but his experience cannot hurt.

I am just hoping they have a new host (and a GOOD ONE) before Labor Day.

Anyway, I'm interested in everyone's thoughts on Blogathon 2007. Last year was fun, I'm sure it'll be fun again, and I could definitely use some fun (and fun for a good cause is even better!).

Labels: Barker Worship, Blogathon 2007, That's What Friends Are For