Game On

Early September was stressful. We all respond to stress differently, and I respond by not eating (which is a fucking tragedy, given my rail-thin form). The last time I was on a scale prior to that was in mid-July, at Gary Cox's house during Okie-Vegas. I noticed a scale when I went to relieve the contents of a six pack of beer from my bladder, and hopped on it after I was done. The scale told me that I was smack dab where my weight seems to have settled the last few years -- 130 pounds.

Now, well, the camera doesn't lie:



As I said, stress is not good for my eating habits. Anyway, there's your baseline for the Weight Gain Challenge -- 124.4 pounds. I'm still accepting all action. The prop is even money that I can't gain 17 pounds by December 6. Current action junkies suckers gamblers:

Dawn Summers for $100,
BWOP (who, as a newer blogger, is deserving of some click-throughs if you haven't given her a chance yet) for $100,
a modified prop with Maudie for dinner of the winner's choice in Vegas,
StB for $50,
Joaquin for a $60 tourney buy-in,
Grubette for $17 and a shot,
Ugarles for $20,
Kaz for a Brooklyn dinner (bet slightly modified in her case),
Bacon Bikini Mary for $66.60,
Alceste for $50,
Drizz for a $20 bet on the Yankees in 2008 (if I win) versus a $20 bet at a pai gow table (if he wins),
Blinders for $20, and
Falstaff, sneaking in just under the wire for a modified his weight loss v. my weight gain at $5/pound (a bit more complicated than this description, but it'll do).

TOTAL: $423.60 in cash, a $60 tourney buy-in, a $20 sportsbook / pai gow bet, $5 per pound, a Brooklyn dinner, a Vegas dinner, and a shot of booze. And, um, a pedicure.

Former wrestler Joaquin thinks it's not possible for me to win (although interestingly has refrained from betting the farm against me). If he's right, this is an easy win for anyone who offers action in the comments before the end of the day Friday.