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Food snortage/shortage

Something different today …

The girls’ school has been participating in a fundraising effort on behalf of the Oregon Food Bank, whose stated mission is:   To eliminate hunger and its root causes … because no one should be hungry.

Kallan’s art class, who has collected an astounding amount of food and cash donations, has set up a last-effort donation page in hopes of raising $250 by noon on Thursday, December 10th.

That’s tomorrow at noon, Pacific Standard Time.

So far, they’ve raised $55.00.

I’m not all that interested in whether or not they make this particular goal, as I know they have already raised hundreds and hundreds of dollars in cash and food donations through their various efforts.

That said … here’s what I propose:

For every $5.00 tax-deductible donation from you guys (just let me know in the comments that you made a donation and under what name), I will wrap and ribbon a copy of Fightball: Dying of Suck and hand it to a complete stranger as I go about my life in the coming days.

I’ll wish them Merry Christmas and act friendly as I do so, lest I be thought a lunatic with festively packaged cat-droppings on offer.

I can be friendly, people.

Which means your $5.00 donation feeds people and also makes people laugh.

Not at the same time, because food snortage is not a pretty thing.

Any takers?  Or rather … any givers?

I have 20 copies of Fightball: Dying of Suck I am willing to give away in the name of Christmas and laughter and food.

Remember … the deadline is tomorrow at noon, PST.

HERE’S ONE FINAL LINK TO THE DONATION PAGE.

Thank you.

Kris

 

 

gratitude Oregon Food Bank
December 9, 2015

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8 thoughts on “Food snortage/shortage”

  1. Kris says:
    December 9, 2015 at 2:35 pm

    And thank you to Don/@eldergeek, who stepped up last night after seeing me mention this on Twitter.

  2. hogsatemysister says:
    December 9, 2015 at 3:09 pm

    A for awesome. How do I give you $5?

    1. Kris says:
      December 9, 2015 at 3:12 pm

      Click on one of the links I provided in the post, or simply click HERE.

      1. Kris says:
        December 9, 2015 at 3:17 pm

        I added one last ALL-CAPS link, in case I was perhaps not clear enough the other hyperlinks were to the donation page.

        Thank you!

  3. Dave says:
    December 11, 2015 at 9:48 am

    $25 dollars donated under the name of Maj. Because I’m silly like that and she’s awesomely ridiculous!

    1. Kris says:
      December 11, 2015 at 1:18 pm

      Oh, well how lovely are you? THANK YOU, David. Thank you ever so much.

  4. Dave says:
    December 11, 2015 at 11:55 am

    I see that I missed the noon yesterday deadline, but it still took the cash, so good!!!

    1. Kris says:
      December 11, 2015 at 1:21 pm

      It still counts in my eyes as well as in the eyes of the hungry people you helped feed this holiday season.

      Of course it counts.

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