Joining the Cause
Irradiated by Stingray
If you’re a regular reader here, you probably stop by Ambulance Driver’s place fairly often too. If not, you should. He’s a hell of a guy, and won’t even knock you stupid for being a bad tow-driver if you’re dragging a wrecked Dakota inexpertly. More importantly, he’s running Kilted to Kick Cancer.
The goal here is to raise money to help battle prostate and testicular cancer, and to raise awareness of same because one in six guys are going to have their male g-spot turn up trying to kill them. One in six. That’s a sure bet that someone at your weekly poker game is gonna have a serious problem crop up out back, and it’s the biggest cancer based killer behind lung cancer for men.
My own dad had, and beat, prostate cancer. Between my tattoos and LabRat’s, he likes to joke that my mom is the only one in the family without ink. Know where he got his? Targeting marks for radiation to kill the cancer. Do you want someone to drill ink into you just so they know where to aim high energy beams which are actually designed to poison and kill, just because that’s better than dying? It’s a shitty process, and I wasn’t even the one getting zapped.
So I’m in. I’ve got my kilt, and I’ve got my goal. The prize list is pretty sweet, and c’mon, you all know you’d love to read me trying to be snarky about mall ninjas and Tactical Tommy’s spending all their free time and money on ninja-school while at the same time trying to actually take one of those classes, right?
You can donate to the Prostate Cancer Foundation here or to LiveStrong here.
The down side is I’m a bit late in starting, so I’m gonna ride you slackers on this to catch up. Sitemeter tells me there’s something like 500 of you that come check out our scribblings every day, a fact which blows my mind all on its own, especially considering how many of you Sitemeter doesn’t count, but that also means all it takes is a single dollar from each of you to throw me way into the lead. Though the gun school prize is for second place. Just sayin’.
What, this isn’t good enough? You say Jay and Ambo Driver his-self are piling on extra shenanigans? Oooooooohhhh they’re gonna wear a real dress after a month in a kilt! And a slightly self-depreciating t-shirt!
Pussies.
Here’s the deal. Y’all send me to gun school or full first prize, and I’ll go full Couric on this bitch. That’s right, I will schedule and liveblog my own prostate exam. Well, not *live* live. I’m not going to put up a video stream, you weirdos. And the doctor’s office might not have wifi, but I’ll haul the laptop in and record the full blow by blow for posterity. I may be a little young to need the check regularly, but that’s kinda not the point now, is it?
Everybody got it? All right. I got my kilt:
And y’all got donation links and money. We can make this work, and we can do some good for once instead of me just wasting pixels for the hell of it.
Besides, did y’all ever think I’d get a chance to use the My Furious Genitals tag?
September 9th, 2011 at 2:05 pm
Welcome to the kilt club.
September 9th, 2011 at 2:06 pm
Right click, save as.
September 9th, 2011 at 2:35 pm
tossed a little extra into the pile.
September 9th, 2011 at 3:44 pm
LOL, you topped me and Jay, that’s for sure.
Featuring you on the 12th, and gonna try to send some people your way.
September 9th, 2011 at 4:14 pm
You win this round, Trebek.
Looks like Imma have to come up with something over the weekend…
September 9th, 2011 at 4:32 pm
Wow, weird. You have the same fireplace surround as me. And the bricks look the same. I had to seriously doubletake to make sure I hadn’t accidently clicked to a picture of myself somehow. But no, mine’s black.
September 9th, 2011 at 4:45 pm
I can’t believe I just paid 10 bucks for a second-hand look under another man’s kilt, there just isn’t a good viewing angle for that.
September 9th, 2011 at 5:14 pm
I dunno, I might pay big bucks NOT to see that!!!
September 9th, 2011 at 6:48 pm
Good luck guys. I will be making a donation. Um…you do know you’re totally allowed to wear whatever you want under the damned things, right? I mean historically speaking? (I realize I could take some flack for this, and am not trying to be…oh never mind)
September 9th, 2011 at 7:47 pm
I’ve been donating already. I beat prostate cancer via a prostatectomy two years and eight months ago. My PSA now runs 0.02.
Now, don’t think you get to skip prostate exams by not having a prostate. Nope. It doesn’t work that way. My urologist still gets his every-six-month fee (ahem) extraction while his nurse gets embarrassed yet again and fusses with a handful of paper. No, he won’t quit because, unlike Jimmy Hoffa, prostate cancer might come back.
It’s likely you’ll die from it, or with it, if you don’t watch for it. Ask Frank Zappa.
So, I’ll skip the blow-by-blow. Been there, experienced that, many times. It’s not my idea of entertainment.
September 10th, 2011 at 9:02 am
Love it, I bow to your creativity and I can’t top this one! Besides I’ve already had mine…
September 10th, 2011 at 6:36 pm
Dude - gear driven trapezius, you rule!
September 11th, 2011 at 9:02 pm
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September 12th, 2011 at 1:08 am
Yeah, okay, I’ll donate to see that.
September 12th, 2011 at 7:53 am
Gee, to beat that, I guess I’d have to live blog my exam while in the GYN’s stirrups!
September 12th, 2011 at 9:13 pm
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September 15th, 2011 at 8:10 pm
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