Well, folks, today was a banner day in the annals of Disintegration.

We started in 17th. Then, throughout the day, 30 of you ordered my book, bringing it to 296 copies sold. Can we sell four more before the day ends? Hitting 300 would be nice. All "This. Is. Sparta!" Which is even more appropriate because I am a Michigan State Spartan!

I'm so incredibly grateful that you all saw fit to swoop in and buffet me into 14th place, which lasted all of, like, a minute before the angry hornets nest that is Janna Grace proceeded to smoke me to the tune of 20 new orders and counting (yes, she's still going. No mercy rule, here. I think she's from Long Island, as well, which is giving me yet another reason to feel bad about where I grew up).

But, in the interest of sportsmanship: good for her. I don't know how she did it. I've had to beg and plead and wring my hands and give copies away. I'd probably kill (though, probably not; that's illegal) for an army of folks who wait in the wings to pour a beatdown on anyone who'd dare to usurp my position.

Even still. Hell of day. Hell of a job by all of you who chipped in.

And, for the love of all that is holy, and -- if it's more your thing -- unholy, order my book, please! The contest ends tomorrow at 12 p.m. Pacific, 3 p.m. Eastern. We can catch Janna if everyone who is following but hasn't ordered ... orders. She can't be the only one with a rocket ship, can she? You don't like seeing anyone just run away with the boobie prize, do you?

Me neither! Harrumph!