Okay, should be the last Blogathon post. By random draw, the winners of the signed DVDs are:

1. Matt Mullenweg
2. Brad Cavanagh
3. Jenn
4. Joe Collins
5. [anonymous donor]

I will contact the winners via email for a suitable shipping address for them. Derek IM’d me today to let me know that the signed DVDs should be to me later this week. I won’t be able to ship them until Saturday, but I will get to the Post Office on Saturday to send them all out. [If I don't mail Kari back her Gilmore Girls tapes this weekend, she may hurt me when she next sees me. She's small, but she's wiry!]

Thanks to everyone who sponsored the Blood:Water Campaign through Blogathon 2005. Together, we raised $585 for the cause, which is far more than I expected.

I totally forgot to select my prize winners on Sunday morning. Like I told Brad, it’s amazing what you forget after 23 hours of wakefulness.
As Brad also notes, I don’t get a dime of this. You can still sponsor me if you’d like; I understand if you held off making a pledge until you knew I’d actually go through with it.

I’ll pull sponsors’ names for prize winners tonight: each has a 5-in-12 chance of winning one of these Derek Webb DVDs. For now, I’m going to go back and try to get some more sleep; my shoulder made it impossible for me to get to REM sleep last night until I moved out to the loft to sleep in my leather reading chair. Unfortunately, when I did finally awake, I had a pisser of a migraine, so I’m home today … and honestly, I got more sleep after calling in sick to work and going back to bed than I did anytime in the time since the Blogathon ended. Yeah, the most sleep I’ve had at a stretch since it ended is about two-and-a-half hours. I feel like dog meat.

What the holy crap? This is the second time I’ve woken up already. It was 0830 before I finally drifted off to dreamland—not Dreamland—and I woke up at 1000 and just now at 1230. I woke up this last time for two reasons:

1. My right arm was numb below my elbow.
2. My stomach is demanding FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.

Right … I should have planned a large meal for 0715 or so. Damn. Gotta remember that next year.

Remember how I bailed on going to my Chinese place yesterday so I wouldn’t fall asleep? Yeah, well … I said something about it in one of those entries. And … yeah. As soon as I get enough brainpower together to form coherent words and sentences, I’m calling in an order of moo goo gai pan. I think I can make it down the block and back without endangering myself or others. Trip + MSG === Geof sleeping the afternoon away.

It’s been a great time. 109 entries is more than I thought I’d be able to crank out in 24 hours’ time. I used less caffeine than I expected. I repeated myself … about as often as I thought I would. I got way more support, both moral and monetary, than I ever expected.

I want to thank Dan Haseltine of Jars of Clay for seeing a need and building Blood:Water Mission as an organization to fill it. I want to thank all of Jars for supporting Dan in this endeavor. I want to thank Derek Webb again for introducing me to Blood:Water and for giving me encouragement when I first considered doing the Blogathon a couple weeks ago. I want to thank everyone who commented on entries here today, especially Roger and Kari, for helping to keep me awake and sharp.

And lastly … I thank the bank for the money. Thank God for you.

I’m OUT.

Why didn’t I think of interviewing myself?
It’s good to know that the kinds of newbie stuff you’re seeing with me today is entirely within the norm of first-year Blogathon participants. [Blogathoners?] Makes me feel better about my level of suckitude.

All right … one last post, and I can go crawl in bed.

My friend Jamie’s going through a really tough time, and she could really stand to have a bunch of people thinking of her and supporting her in her time of need. I’m not comfortable with elaborating on the entirety of her situation—partially because I don’t know all of what’s happened, and partially because I know it’s a very sensitive subject—but I think that you can see, from reading the anguish coming through in her words, that she certainly needs love and support.

Wonder what the crew of Discovery have been doing since they undocked from the International Space Station and will be doing until they land in a little under 24 hours? Well, a big part of that work is to adjust their sleep schedules. [Heh.] Station sleep/wake cycles don’t match up with when Discovery is to land, so they spend some time getting enough sleep so that, once the time comes to land, that’s about “mid-morning” or so for them.

Am I happy with how STS-114 has gone? Generally, yeah. It’s been a great mission. But I won’t feel good I see two puffs of smoke come out from under the tires on the Orbiter’s landing gear and then see that big ol’ nose come down on the third axle.

Godspeed, Discovery, and we’ll see you soon.

The US Navy Research Lab has determined that Hurricane Ivan, which devastated the Alabama and Florida Gulf Coasts last fall, produced waves in excess of 90-feet high when the hurricane was 75 miles out to sea. Remember when I was talking about the weight of water? One kilogram per liter? Okay, now take that liter of water and put it up 30 meters … and let it drop on your head. That one liter alone is going to knock you out or kill you … and those waves had tons and tons of water involved. [Metric tons, of course.]

Impressive.

[And yes, I know that kilograms are a measure of mass. Deal. It's tired, I'm late, and I doubt that I could do the math right now!]

I’ve got some diagnostic work to do on this machine. I can leave it up and running for a couple weeks without rebooting, and I’ve had to reboot twice today.

Well, in the 24 hours of the Blogathon, anyway.

But anyhow, I’m back up and running, and while the sun’s rising outside, my body’s sun is starting to set. I have enough wakefulness to make it through to the end without caffeine, so I will likely get to sleep reasonably easily.

And yes … I still say that this has been fun.

Roger posted a photo of his office, and IJSM.org is on his monitor.

It’s not quite to the level of a video camera recording an image of its own video monitor, but it’s close.

Wow, I really need to reboot again. Something is making this thing run dog slow. Sun’s coming up here…

If you’ve been around me over the last nine months, or if you’ve read this Weblog consistently during that time, you know that I’ve fallen in love with Gilmore Girls. I want to thank the .net for getting me into this show, and I especially want to thank Kari for talking with me for as much as I wanted to talk about old episodes as I worked to catch up with last season. I didn’t make it before the finale, but I did finally watch them all [save one episode, which I've got sitting on my TiVo right now, waiting for the last 45 minutes of the Blogathon].

Having spent all this time watching a girly show and not letting it affect my personal conception of who I am, I will now go further and admit to a man-crush for the first time in IJSM.org history:

I love Luke Danes.

Luke Danes wears plaid shirts rolled up to the sleeve. [See also: me in high school.] Luke Danes always wears a baseball cap. [See also: me outside of work.] Luke Danes likes to let his facial hair go scruffy. [See also: me the last 2+ years.] Luke Danes likes to work with his hands. [See also: all the carpentry projects plotted for the house.]

Yeah, I pretty much love Luke Danes. I’d like to be him, in many ways … and yes, having a Lauren Graham-esque girlfriend would be a perk of that.
[And I typically don't go for skinny girls.]

So … yes, Kari. I’ll admit my man-crush for Luke Danes. Why? Because all the world should come to know Luke Danes.

[I will now wait for Josh to come along and tell us that we're ruining the show. :lol:]

I’m greatly amused … Kari commented enough here in the last half-hour or so that she triggered Spam Karma 2’s comment spam flood bit.

I had to go in and manually approve her to keep commenting. Kari, you should now be able to comment here, and not just in your heart.

I love how I’ve hardly gone any length of time without support. This has been pretty doggone awesome.

Since Kari is around, entry #100 shall be about … hot pants!

You know, I never thought much of Beavis and Butt-head, but I figured that it would be good for a laugh or two in these last few hours.

And they’re totally mocking “Black Hole Sun” … which is a song I actually like. I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen B&B make fun of a song I’ve ever heard of before. Poor Soundgarden…

“Shut up, Bunghole.”

Thinking Man …

Originally uploaded by gfmorris.

Okay, so I had to break out the Thinking Man position, because right now, I’m kinda tapped out for topics. Not much is going on right now, but as far as interaction goes, things are looking up … because two of my favorite folks, Chrissy and Kari are both awake now and keeping me company.

But they have no idea what I should babble on about now, either.

I’ll think of something, probably something about rockets or something.