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Excuse me, while I whip this out. (Photo credit: jjpacres)

For as long as I’ve had this blog, I’ve just written the things I think about. People seem to like what I’m doing. It never occurred to me that there was a market for more of me on the net.

Literally, more of me, on the net.

Pretty much all of me.

Things changed, yesterday.

Yeah, Change Is Good. Good-ish.

Yesterday, I was reading the spam from my blog. There was something there that couldn’t have been mere spam. It was a business opportunity of the sort that I did not think a market existed for. I haven’t done research on this kind of idea,  but I can’t imagine this person making the offer without knowing a customer base was there. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Get Spammed By Mrs. Anti-Virus

Like most blogs, Blurt gets its share of attempts to clutter its comment section with spam. Today I looked in my spam folder and found this (with a link to some scam site) :   

Mrs. Anti-Virus: I bet you wish George Bush was President now.   

Not surprisingly, this spam was aimed at a post that had nothing to do with who the President is. The post was about the coming adventures of an Angelina Jolie action figure. Still, the name of the person who sent it took me back. I was actually tempted to respond to spam. Let me tell you why.   

My Friend Amy

Oxon Hill Junior High, home of 7th grade me

 

Back before I went to college, in the time that my son refers to as “when the whole world was in black and white”, I went to school with a girl named Amy Anti. She was a cheerful girl I met in seventh grade band class. I was a drummer, Amy played the flute. Neither of us were great musicians. In fact, I was bad enough for the both of us, but that isn’t really the point.   

As I said, Amy was a pretty upbeat person when I met her, especially for someone whose last name was a prefix. We became great friends, rarely missing lunch together and helping each other through all the high school relationship silliness. In retrospect, I probably should have asked her out, but I never did because, well, she was my buddy Amy. Read the rest of this entry »


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