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Archives for July 2003
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time check…
This should post as 15:00, roughly.
I feel like a total fucking rock star this morning. I’m not sure what it is: the two incredible songs Gina and I recorded last night for the ‘thon, being asked a question about my intended slate of songs by a real-life honest-to-goodness reporter, or my girlfriend’s adorably punk pink hair.
Well, it’s certainly not from sitting in a cubicle from eight thirty, that’s for sure.
Some statistical information regarding Blogathon:
Minimum number of songs needed to complete Blogathon: 25
Songs used / recorded in 2002: 27 of 47
Songs recorded in 2001: 54
Dollars i have currently pledged: $70+
Dollars currently pledged on my behalf: $169
Dollars pledged on my behalf last year: $300
Number of clicks you are away from sponsoring me: 3
Amount of money it takes to potentially alter someone’s life: less than $10
Current Blogathon pledge total: $50,000
Songs recorded so far: 14
Songs recorded so far this time last year: 2
Songs i’m (already) hoping to re-record during Blogathon: 6
Songs re-recorded during Blogathon last year: 20
Songs recorded so far with four or more instruments, voices, and/or performers: 5
Total instruments & voices recorded so far: 16
Individuals who have contributed so far: 7
Original songs recorded so far: 9
Number of songwriters contributing: 4
My original songs recorded so far: 4
My original songs still to-be recorded: 8
Number of Communications Specialists who edited my press release: 4
Number of $100+ ‘Thon-related items/transactions so far: 5
People invited to watch my slow descent into insanity: 15
Number of people on the Blogathon Catering Committee: 3
So, basically, i’m ahead of the game but not entirely satisfied with the results, we’ve done a few very elaborate takes, i have been unusually reticent with my own contributions, and i’m concurrently organizing a medium sized shindig.
In brighter news, i have a huge new 120gig Hard Drive onto which I can record endless retakes of me barely scraping through one verse of each of my songs before loudly yelling fuck and storming out of the room.