"Tod Maffin taught me how to spice up my traffic reports on our community radio station in Swaziland"

Tod: "I thought seriously about going to Africa to help out, but ... eh ...I decided to stay in Vancouver instead"

Good thing you did, Tod.
Because I emailed ahead and asked them to send me their thoughts about an impending visit from Tod Maffin.

They sent back a picture.

people are no longer interested in Tod Maffin. Except us!

Our 500th post about Tod Maffin

Tod Maffin and The End of the Age of Delusion

and now, a brief twitter from Tod Maffin





It's been a sweet ride for Tod Maffin.
He got to hang with netchick and The Hez, fly on airplanes and stay in hotel rooms, with all his toiletries and grooming aids laid out neatly on the dresser each time ...

actually, Tod's not really a neat freak. He's obsessive and a perfectionist about some things, but housekeeping isn't one of them, as anyone knows who's seen his apartment.

This is Tod Maffin and another desperate plea for attention.
Tod isn't really planning to go anywhere, except on vacation. (those comedic breakfast gigs he does pay surprisingly well).

But he wants you to know that Tod Maffin thinks exotically, unlike you and I.
Well, alright, more so.
He's an adventurer, flying into the heart of Africa, where no white man could be bothered to go, and he will teach the natives in The Ways Of The Radio.
Presumably for a bit less than the usual two to four thousand dollars per gig that he usually is handed at the conferences.

Tod sees some advantages to going - it'll help his charisma further down the road when he comes back in one piece as a man of the world. As an altruist, nay a missionary, if you will.
Yes he can picture it now ... the selfless Maffin helping to further the progress of civilization.
And hiding out for a while might get that blog off his back.

But this is Tod Maffin. He doesn't actually do anything beyond the whiny wimp stage, such as twitter his fake dreams out loud.

I'm Tod Maffin and I WANT SPECIAL TREATMENT!

a recent Tod Twitter

Tod has been divested of yet another iPhone, and once again it was his own damn fault.
But that's not acceptable to Tod.

So he decides to yell at Fido, who sold him the iPhone, because a replacement is going to cost $800 plus tax.
Of course Rogers has the same arrangement, but for Tod that's an inconvenient fact.
Finding out what he was getting into when he signed the contract was also an inconvenient fact.