Post Title: Nigeria Must be Loaded
Original Post Date: April 16, 2004
Seems the Nigerian people are the wealthiest on the face of the earth. They must be, judging from the amount of email I get from them wanting to give me literally millions of U.S. dollars. Most of the letters are run-of-the-mill, but yesterday I received an offer that was truly unique, at least in my experience with these shysters. Here is our correspondence thus far (I have not edited their emails to me)...
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7.22.2011
7.21.2011
My Blogging Mojo
Something unexpected happened the other day when I found so many of my lost posts via the Wayback Machine. I got addicted to blogging again. I found my blog mojo. Who knows how long this will last, though? Guess I'd better indulge while I have the fevah.
Of course, I never really quit blogging, I just started paying more attention to my other blogs (which now number six) until, eventually, I gave myself blog burnout. But once I began reading my lost posts everything came back to me.
Of course, I have nothing else to occupy my time. I'm only writing four books, editing other people's work, marketing, and web designing, all of which only takes about 45 hours out of my day. I have plenty of time for six blogs!
Guess I'd better get back to being lazy today.
Of course, I never really quit blogging, I just started paying more attention to my other blogs (which now number six) until, eventually, I gave myself blog burnout. But once I began reading my lost posts everything came back to me.
Of course, I have nothing else to occupy my time. I'm only writing four books, editing other people's work, marketing, and web designing, all of which only takes about 45 hours out of my day. I have plenty of time for six blogs!
Guess I'd better get back to being lazy today.
7.20.2011
That Long Ago? Really?
Today marks the 42nd anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. Who doesn't remember exactly where they were that day?
I'd just graduated from high school and was feeling a little cut adrift. My family and I were invited down to San Gabriel for a BBQ at the home of some friends. We watched the landing—sitting on pins and needles—and when it was over, we all went outside and just looked at the moon.
The day was so significant to so many people that I even included it in the first book of my trilogy. Where were you?
I'd just graduated from high school and was feeling a little cut adrift. My family and I were invited down to San Gabriel for a BBQ at the home of some friends. We watched the landing—sitting on pins and needles—and when it was over, we all went outside and just looked at the moon.
The day was so significant to so many people that I even included it in the first book of my trilogy. Where were you?
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