Prove My Love

Okay, so I'm going to try and buy your love. See, I made a little something for those of you who are regular readers. Including you lurkers. Yes, you. Did you think I couldn't see you hiding behind that shrubbery? Puh-lease. I got like superpowers and stuff.

I have 10 prizes that will go to the first 10 people to comment on any - I repeat any - posts starting... well, once this is posted. Just 10. Any post. The first 10 comments. Are we clear? Because if we're not, you probably should go see a doctor or something. Maybe that fall the other day messed up something in your brains?

Anyway, so here's the rules for getting one of these magic things that I'm giving away:

1. One per household. Don't try abusing the system Adamseseses. I know how you people operate. I am, as we say on the streets, "on to you."

2. If you're not set up through Blogger and decide to post anonymously, make sure to include who you are. I may have x-ray vision, lasers in my fingertips and control over the weather, but I am not, unfortunately, psychic. If you want your swag, you must introduce yourself.

3. If I find these prizes posted on Ebay, we will throw down. And it will be epic. And you will lose. I will explode you. Somewhere over Tokyo. It will not be pretty. These laser fingertips aren't for cuddling. They're for blasting. It's what they do. They blast.

4. The prizes will go to the first 10 people who comment. I'm pulling a "Tickle-Me Elmo" here and intentionally making these things scarce. I only have that many - again, for those of you in the slow class, this many [I am holding up all my fingers... just play along] 10, "X" for you Romans out there - so you can duke it out. To whomever makes comment #11, I'm sorry, but them's the rules. Better luck next time. Suck it up and walk it off and all that stuff they say in sports.

5. Uh, I guess that's it.

So, now that we've got the rules down, let's tell you what you're playing for, shall we? I can only play coy for so long. The cool thing you'll be getting for your precious little comments is this:

It's a mixtape. Well, a mix-CD but that doesn't sound as cool. 23 tracks, lovingly sequenced and culled from the worlds-famous Dylan Todd Massive Music Archive Project Initiative Thingy Project... Initiative. Each cover is hand -stitched, -titled and individually numbered for maximum collectibility. The special ingredient used is love. It's embedded in every zero and one by nanobots. That's tiny robots for those of you that aren't nerds. Tiny robots full of love. And wires. But mostly love.

It's a little thing I do for people I like - I make them mixtapes. And I like you. But only if you comment. But seriously, you'll want to comment. I make some good mixtape. My skills are legend.

So, there you go, my bid for buying your comment love. I'll post the winners when the CDs are all gone. Good luck. Let's keep it clean folks. No hitting below the belt or eye-gouging. Okay, some hitting below the belt. And maybe a teensy bit of eye-gouging. But only if it's funny.

Without further ado: Let the game begin... [I'm making that drumroll sound with my mouth and yeah, it does sort of sound like a helicopter, but I'm an artist not that guy from Police Academy that can make all those noises with his mouth, so get off my back, okay?]... NOW!

Oh, and sorry Candace, but you're exempt from this one. It wouldn't be fair, beings as we're all like romantic and whatnot. Sorry.