- What I wouldn’t do to the person or people who gave my e-mail address to every Republican on Capitol Hill. If I get one more e-mail from “house.mail.gov,” I think I’ll…
- I shouldn’t have to “opt out” of an e-mail list. I can opt-in if I choose. I shouldn’t have to exert any effort — not even lifting a finger — to get off these blasted e-mail lists. I’d like to find whoever came up with this opt-out BS and…
- To every blogger who sends me links to his/her blog every single time you publish, STOP. I hardly ever check such links, and I’m starting to block people who e-mail me more than once a week. If I could gather you all in one room, I’d relish the opportunity to tell you…
- If you’ve met me in person and I made the mistake of giving you my card, proper etiquette instructs that you ask if you can add me to your e-mail list. Just because we met doesn’t mean I want to be bombarded with junk you think is important. OK?
- I’m interested in a lot of things. My tastes are somewhat eclectic. But for some reason, I find Paris Hilton’s preference for large organs supremely uninteresting. And I couldn’t care less that some Nigerian doctor and his family are trapped in a dangerous country. No, doc, I can’t help you hide your $10 million, even if you give me $1 million for my trouble. Too much to do already.
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