So, what I anticipate would happen has finally happened my site has been hit with spam. Apparently, my ‘Hello World!’ merited two posts one was unintelligible gibberish about certificates and the other listed ingredients for Nigerian food. Oh well, at least it’s proof my page is slowly finding its way around the web. Spam filters going on in three… two… one…
If you were (hypothetically) given a take home car by your employer in exchange for services rendered and that car was (hypothetically) taken away from you, would you be pissed? (Hypothetically) I would be too.
Note to self – next time around, negotiate better terms for your employment and get them in writing.
Photos. I need more photos on the blog. I’ve found some lovely dogwood blooms in the neighborhood, and have yet to snap a pic. I’m going to run myself out of time.
More poetry is also needed.
If I keep writing about the failings of this blog to produce meaningful content, even the Nigerians are going to lose interest.
I heard on the news today that six BangladeshI bloggers have been killed recently over the comments or content of their blogs. My first reaction was a snarky comment regarding how writing this blog may put me in mortal danger, but I quickly had to reproach myself. No one should make light of someone’s death when they are killed for expressing themselves.
An occupational hazard of certain jobs that I’ve held in the past are cycicism, callousness, and a penchant for gallows humor. My past writings have been filled with all these. I endeavored to get away from that in this forum. I still have work to do.
Billboard spotted today: you can’t hold your nose and hum. I tried it. You can’t.
As much as I tried to prove otherwise today, sausage gravy and biscuits for lunch are not compatible with my fitness goals nor are they conducive to a productive afternoon. Fortunately, I was the passenger on a two-hour drive – one of the rare instances where sleeping on the clock is permissible.
I’m not afraid of death. I don’t want to hasten it along by any means, but I’m not afraid of it. It will be just like falling asleep and never waking up.
On that deep and philosophical note, I must bring this post to an end. The battery on my phone is about to die. It’ll be just like falling asleep and…
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