
Discover my online journal, friendly, warm, and hopefully supportive. Warning: you won't find anything juicy or spicy on this site; everything is close to G. Still interested? Then welcome to my blog!
Best wishes,
Olga .
Copyright 2005
First, congrats to Cole, who won the draw and gets the $25.00 Gift Certificate for Barnes & Noble. And a special prize goes to Robyn for being a faithful contest participant (I'll e-mail you a list of books - please choose the one you'd like).
Second, there are some great items for writers, readers, and everybody at the Auction at Brenda Novak's website. Yep, I've bidded on many of them, but I get outbidded often, sigh. All proceeds go to diabetic research, and this is something close to my heart.
Third, I can't help but share. If you hadn't read Bailey's Spamzilla, you miss out on great time. I know, nobody likes spam, but Bailey makes fun of it with such wit that you enjoy reading it. I almost (almost!) regret I don't receive all those e-messages. The only thing I get is from African princes with lots of money they just beg to deposit into your bank account. Yep, I've got a furious spam filter, and even if something squeezes through, I don't open e-mails from unknown addresses. Sorry, African princes, I did so when I first got my PC, and it crashed. I've lost several research papers and an essay - at that time I still believed in people and technology and didn't back up my feelings and/or files. Taught me a lesson!
So far, I don't have any spam to share (poor me!) No offers to enhance any particular parts of my body (especially the ones I don't have), no sale pitches to buy things I don't need, no messages to immediately check the account by providing oh so necessary information. So, tell me. What's your favorite (um, I don't mean to sound it like oxymaron) spam?
As well as those, there are also the ones offering degrees online and the ones offering cheap pharmaceuticals, neither of which I need as I have a real one of the first, and the second I have no need of.
No really, of course, but what if?