So, apparently someone signed me up for Jail and Bail. D. claimed to have never even heard of Jail and Bail, so perhaps I will explain it in detail.

On Oct 19, I must be at the bookstore at 9am, because the nice policemen will want to come pick me up. They will take me off in their squadcar, and lock me in a room with a telephone, and not let me out until I manage to raise $1500 for their charity.

Or, until an hour passes. And I'm pretty sure the woman on the phone said it's not actually a squadcar anymore. Maybe it's not even real policemen.

But once I explain all that, it's actually kind of lame, so I've been telling people I'll be handcuffed to this telephone indefinitely, with a rabid cellmate named Mitzi Killed the Poodle who will rent me out hourly for a pack of cigarettes. Mitzi's crazy, you know. I am afraid to be alone with her, so won't you please think of the children, and give me some money.

Yeah, that's right. It's for the children! (I'm almost sure of that. I'm an idiot, so I've forgotten the actual name of the organization, but I'm positive there are children involved somehow.) And who doesn't want to help the children?

As soon as I actually get the paperwork mailed to me, I'll be putting a note on the Tau exploder about all this, but I figured most of the people who read this journal are people who know me, so you get to hear my pitch a little early.

It's for the children, (or something), won't someone please think of the children, etc etc etc. Seriously, these people do good work, (I think) and if everyone gives me even $10, you'll get to feel all warm and fuzzy, and I won't be totally humiliated by my cheapass friends.

If you would like to donate, please let me know, and I'll get you more details as I learn them. Think of the children. I'm just saying.

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