Pump It Out

Kind of sums up my feelings about things in general.

Anywho, even though I'm still not quite that ready to entertain the masses, a promise is a promise, and what kind of peon would I be if I went back on the one thing I truly cherish. So, here it is folks, a post. To paraphrase a well known comedian, it's about nothing yet everything in particular.

I spent the better of the past couple of days letting my brain percolate on the daily observances/happenings that make up the strangeness that is my life, and while I didn't come up with one solid topic to pontificate about, I do have a bunch of little topics on which to expound and expand upon with utmost vim and vigor, posthaste.

Mid July I finally succumbed to the inevitable and made a request for an accommodation under the ADA, as it applies to my hands. After much hustling and prodding of my specialist to get him to fill out the necessary paperwork, I was approved this week to have Dragon software installed on my work computer. All things considering, I am very fortunate to have a few good people in upper management who actually understands what I'm going through right now with my hands, With the amount of writing/correspondence I do on daily/weekly basis (my good friends, I crank out the equivalent of a moderate sized chapter of verbiage every two days) as well as the time spent on the computer, this will greatly alleviate the pain and fatigue that I go through with my hands.

The other day, I got what I like to call book spam. Book spam is when you receive unsolicited e-mails from writers and/or publishers asking if you would like to read/host/talk about a particular author. In this particular case, I got walloped with an e-mail asking me if I would like to host a writer (not naming names here) for an upcoming blog tour. The e-mail also came with a book trailer, a few links and the cover of the book. I politely asked where the blog tour manager (who sent the e-mail) got my addy, which in hindsight was a stupid question to ask, and also politely stated that I wasn't too happy about being spammed for a blog tour. After a short exchange of pleasantries, I extracted a promise from the blog tour manager that I would never be bothered again.

If anything, this would definitely make me think twice about including this particular writer should I decide to expand my reading horizons to other genres.

Speaking of spam, Yahoo is absolutely fantastic at attracting a high volume of spam. One of the reasons why I left Yahoo was because it would gather a lot of spam. The other day, I was doing one of my weekly checking one of my semi-dormant Yahoo addys (the one that got hacked into a few months ago when Yahoo had that public breach) and discovered in my spam folder, roughly 170+ spam e-mails. I don't get that many spam e-mails from Hotmail & Google combined in six months. Heck, I don't even one-tenth of those spam comments on this blog in a year.

Finally, to tidy this post up, I give you a chuckle for the day.

Yours truly will be performing the fine art of public speaking, specifically, new employee orientation. Yup, it's my turn to stand before a group of FRESH MEAT and deliver vapid platitudes on what a spiffy place my agency is to work for. With a plastic insincere smile plastered on my face, I will pontificate, bloviate, and yes, become like your favorite politician tomorrow. For I am....MR. PAYROLL GUY!!!!

And no, no Ducky, he's been busy having lots of toots of duck pate.

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