I have been ice-bucket challenged. My wife is thrilled. She’s running up and down the stairs and in and out of the office full of ideas.

Film at 11. Or sooner. Whee.

I was challenged by Joe Bond (it should be on my wall) and I am challenging Edgar Allen Poe and Charles Dickens, because I know they’ll both take it with silent dignity, being dead.

Okay. Don’t go away, because there’s a second part where you get to see me bleed. (Not much, but it’s still evidence of being willing to go the distance for a good cause, ALS.)

Pretty crafty of my wife, trying to kill me under the guise of doing something for charity (ALS awareness). Our daughter, Devon, took the video and added comments. Our son, Connor, slept through the whole thing.