I’ve blogged about it before, and I annoyingly remind everyone in my sidebar everytime someone is nice enough to come by and visit.  The PepsiStuff promotion starts today!

So what are you waiting for?  An engraved invitation from Michael Jackson with his afro in flames?  Go and drink yourself some of the good stuff, save that cap, and email it on over!  Who knows what incredible gifts and karma-induced benefits will come your way?  I sure as heck don’t.  But better to err on the “safe” side, right?

I mean, come on, people.  Think of THE CHILDREN.  Won’t anyone THINK OF THE CHILDREN!?!?!?!

(by the way, today I’m still without a working blackberry and my email is all whack-a-doo.  Do you have any idea how horrible it is for a technologist of my stature to be so disconnected?  We’re almost at 36 hours!!!)

There’s been a lot of talk and interest in Post Secret, the website, the meme and the book.  The idea is that people can anonymously confess to deeply held secrets by writing them on a postcard or submitting it online.  The book is a collection of the secrets.  Some are incredibly thought-provoking.  A lot are heart-wrenchingley sad.  Others are perverted.  There’s even a promotional video

I wonder how many are fake secrets - like the one that says “Everyone who knew me before 9/11 believes I’m dead.”  I mean, I can imagine a lot more people who would make that up than would actually live it.  But it still gets you.

Maybe this phenomenon will usher in a new era of honesty, tolerance and open-mindedness.  Maybe it will be the downfall of society.  Who can tell?

So, you may be wondering why I’m bringing up secrets.  Well, it’s time I did my own confessing.

Due to the nature of my confession, I’m putting it in the extended entry, below.  Only read it if you have the time and inclination to stomach the horrific.  Don’t say you weren’t warned.

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