Before I begin...I came up with the title for this post, as I often do, when I was done writing. I then realized the contextual aptness of the title, as my nearly year-long hiatus from the blog world can be attributed strongly to the small human who now lives in my house, having forced her way-ahem, into our hearts.
What did you think I was going to say?
Anyway, do not worry. It's not a post about my birth story. But maybe next time. Dare I say, I even have pictures?? Ha ha, I kid, I kid.
See what I did there? I digress...onward, to the entry at hand.
A friend of mine started a not-for-profit business and needed money to get it off the ground, so he turned to kickstarter for funding. His project was rad and all and ended up funded, but I'm here to tell you of something more important than those orphans he is saving or whatever.
You could check 'em out here if you like.
http://www.shawlwallah.com/
This is not to be confused with some of the more famed kickstarter endeavours as "Pancakebot" or that guy who wants to make a French toast waffle pancake hybrid or some such nonsense.
Look at this ridiculousness.
Nay.
I refer solely to the dude who posted a picture of himself face down in what appears to be a huge hamburger, along with the proposition of creating a very large stack of pancakes. I can't find the page any more (thanks largely to Pancakebot being, apparently, very popular and saturating pancake-kickstarter related googles with itself) but it read something like this:
Goal: $100
For: making a big stack of pancakes
Why: to see how big it can get
Rewards: I'll mail you a pancake
Risks: it might fall over
...and that's pretty much it: a simple, straightforward presentation of the facts.
I loved it.
"It's....BEAUTIFULLLLL!"
I also thought it may very well be worth my ten bucks to support this guy simply so I could have pancakes mailed either to me, or, more hilariously, to other people.
Imagine, if you will...gathering the mail...but what's this? A plushy envelope, with no return address? A sample, mayhaps? A gift? Do I have a secret admirer?
(Sound of envelope ripping)
It's...a pancake?
WTF???
I think reactions might be mixed. Some, ordinarily the types to skip that most important meal of the day, may find their eyes widening only slightly less than their mouths as they cram the welcome gift in their salivating maw.
Others may wonder why I didn't pledge $20 and get the danged syrup.
So lonely.
I did not, however, support this good man's quest for stacking glory. Instead, I may embark on my own journey of unexpected mailables...
A single sock.
A very old letter, to someone else.
A picture of an ugly baby.
Thirty seven cents.
A slice of American cheese.
Coupons for a variety of useful household goods.
The heels of a loaf of bread.
A graded exam paper, with comments.
Getting mail is exciting in itself; imagine if every trip to the mailbox was like a guessing game of package roulette- what will I receive today? And...WHY???
It defies explanation!!!
I love messing with people. If I have your address, prepare yourself.
Moral of this story: I don't always have pancakes for breakfast. But when I do, they arrive in envelopes.
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