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I receive my emails on my phone, just like everyone who doesn't live in pre-history these days. Yeah, I'm rude, you knew that but just didn't want to admit it. That doesn't mean I do anything about them, but it does mean I can keep track of the hundreds that are piling up there when I don't do anything about them. Like what is happening right now... One email I did do something about on Saturday was from Stickk.com. These emails tell me one of five things : 1. I need to lodge a report on my own commitment progress (if this means nothing to you, head over to stickk.com and find out...). 2. One of my commitment partners/friends/fellow loons needs a nudge to lodge their report. 3. One of the above has lodged their own report, be it failure or success. 4. Someone has written on my commitment wall - usually telling me to get my butt into gear and report. Or me making excuses. 5. Finally, it also congratulates or consoles me when I've made a report, depending which is appropriate. Um, yeah, thanks stickk.com. Anyway, this month, all was tracking nicely for my song (or rather, pile of songs...I always have lots on the go) when it all stopped to take part in some really fun stuff. I also then forgot about some less fun stuff I needed to do for my church board meeting (I may have mentioned that before in today's glut of posts). Note: while it's less fun, it does pay me cash, so I'm not complaining. Cash is useful. You heard it here first. So, I get to the end of the month and my ambition has surpassed my reality. But, as Mandy so astutely noted as she caught me out, I managed to fool stickk.com into letting me have success. I feel so ashamed. Please forgive me. No really, forgive me. This is no longer a request. Seriously, aren't we all a little bit like this at times? We get all feel-good about accountability with each other, but still manage to pull the wool over someone's eyes (not everyone's) about the reality. It's not exactly authentic is it, or imitating Jesus. Boo to me. NB: I'm fine, btw, just snowed (oh the irony in an Australian summer), and I've also forgiven myself for this heinous lie. Jesus has too. You should now as well. Oh, yeah, I've done the guilt-trip-on-my-readers bit already haven't I...so next up is "pour out the pity you feel for me in the comments"...it will give me more emails to do nothing about for another day or so.

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"...is there somebody out there, is there someone to hear my prayer?..." Sorry, I'm coming over all Midge Ure... This post is to apologise to you, dear blog, blog readers and commenters, for the neglect I have given you in the past week. It is inexcusable, and when I work out a way to add extra hours into each of my days, I will ensure it doesn't happen again. Until then though, it may be another 24-48 hours before too much of what should be happening on here really happens...like...a song for Our Creative Community... *hangs head in shame* At least it's not quite as dire as my neglected Google Reader...I last looked at anything on Friday night (I think...) It now has 198 unread items. What are you people doing posting so much on the weekend? Do you not have lives? (says the guy who forgot to update his church accounts for the board meeting, even though he knew it was on...what's that about??) Whinge over. As you were. Thank you

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