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I get a lot of spam – on this blog, on my work blog, and my corporate website. It feels like the snow that’s still coming down even though it’s March. (When will it stop?!) Most of it is rubbish, utter nonsense that I delete out of hand, easily recognizing it for the gratuitous references to Viagra, work from home jobs, or off-shore e-mail providers.
But, sometimes there’s something about it that makes me stop and pay attention. The way that, even though it’s cold and you wish it would hurry up and get to spring already, perfect snow can still make you think of Santa and Christmas magic. There’s something about them and the way they’re written than makes me think that they can’t all be from a computer program in China. And maybe there really is a long lost Nigerian prince who needs my help. Continue reading
Or, I like it, I really like it
This is my 100th blog post. TV shows get a party when they reach their 100th episode, because it means that they’re ready for syndication. What does is mean for a blog? Do I get a cake with my face on it? (Can we have a reverse blog giveaway contest where you all send me cakes?)
Joking aside, I’m strangely proud of myself. I’m not usually big on the concept of “follow-through”. (Last time I moved, I found like four journals with the first page written in them: “Dear Diary, This time I’m really going to do it…” Never happened.) Continue reading
This week, I’ve been lucky enough to have my blog featured on Freshly Pressed for the second time. Both times, I’ve spent most of the day going “refresh, refresh, refresh!” on my site stats page. I guess seeing the numbers come in makes me feel like I’m not just talking to myself here.
But really, they’re just numbers. I’m sure a lot of people click on my post and go “That’s boring,” or “That’s not what I thought it was,” and click away. Cognitively, I get that. But, sitting here, I feel like Mario collecting coins in one of those bonus levels. The happy music is playing. And whenever I reach 100, I get an extra life. Continue reading