Mute and invisible people of the interwebz, this is a tragic day. TRAGIC, and I ain’t kidding. I went to a conference in San Francisco today – DrupalCon, if you’re the webby geek type (I’m not an actual code monkey, so maybe I can only be described as a webby geek sympathizer? A webby geek ally?) – and I took my precious, irreplaceable, autographed, personalized advance reader copy of SETH BAUMGARTNER’S LOVE MANIFESTO with me to read on the train. I happily did just that on the way into San Francisco, then tucked the book away and went off to the Moscone Center to rub elbows with the entertainingly devoted minions of the open source community. At the end of the day I got back on BART, found a seat, and pulled out my copy of LOVE MANIFESTO.
Except I didn’t pull it out because it wasn’t there. I lost it, a blunder of epic, horrendous proportions. And the personalized autograph was so nice and complimentary too. Forgive me, Eric Luper! Somewhere in the bowels of the Moscone Center it lies, forlorn and abandoned, unless somebody brought it to the lost and found, which I sincerely hope someone did because I WILL be at this conference for another two days.
Nevertheless, I am overcome with grief. In order to cope with this traumatizing event I’ve decided to hold a contest, my first contest since the inimitable Jacqui Robbins won the (still) sole existing #mikesempire t-shirt in all the multiverse. I know what you’re thinking (you’re utterly predictable, you are) – “but Mike, how does holding a contest help you cope with your grief? What kind of nonsensical gibberish is that, Mr. Crazypants?” My answer to that is BECAUSE I SAY IT DOES AND HOW DARE YOU QUESTION ME IN MY HOUR OF SORROW! The nerve!
So! Here’s are your contest rules. I’ll pick a winner at random, using something like the time-honored hat method. Leave a comment right here on any one of the following topics:
- A suggestion on what I should do to assuage my grief. Buy a sportscar? Watch a cartoonishly violent movie? Hit myself in the face with a hammer?
- A suggestion on how I can atone for this terrible, terrible mistake. Build a latrine? Perform an interpretive dance in honor of Eric Luper? Light myself on fire?
- A suggestion on what YOU would have done to avoid losing this ARC. A Secret-Agent-Man-style briefcase handcuffed to your wrist? A bionic compartment hidden in the folds of your abdomen? Leaving the book at home?
You’ll get an additional entry each for blogging, Tweeting or Facebooking a link to this contest (oh please do post the link to your tweet, FB status update or blog entry in your comment, because honestly, it’s not very likely I’m gonna go looking for it). I’ll give this contest until, I don’t know, let’s say midnight on Friday. Then I’ll post the winner of the contest on Saturday or Sunday. Or sometime after that.
Your prize? A pre-ordered copy of SETH BAUMGARTNER’S LOVE MANIFESTO. Right? PERFECT, isn’t it? Come on, look at the poetic justice! Look at the coming-full-circle thing! Look at the…okay, I got nothing else for you to look at.
Feeling like a signed-ARC-losing nitwit,