My little man, the heir apparent, was home from potato-land for a week and when he's here we seem to be inseperable from having our butt's handed to us on X-Box live.
We, he, I, play as RLZofEngagement. Come kill us when you get a chance.
Anyway, I had/have full intention of getting some writing done here and my process is:
- I go to WHEB.com and get some music going (currently playing some old style Van Halen, ya the old stuff with David Lee...
- I go and check my Comcast email, answer a couple, delete a couple, and then on to Blogger I go..
But today I got to my step two and found 104 emails. So far two from Mamasita out in Cali...the rest is a bunch of el-junkamundo.
What a bunch of crap.
And so I sat here trying to figure out where they all came from.
And then I recalled a little something, something. The other day, before the heir apparent came home I sent The Missus an e-card to her work from my work, but to spare myself the extra emails at work I put on my Comcast email address as the sender...
and they sold my email address...
You Bastards!
Bad part is that if I want the emails to stop I can't just delete them I have to actually open each and every email and search for the link that asks me to click here and send them an email saying please don't send me any more email-ads.
And isn't that what they want? For me to open their email and see what "Joe Bob Re: The information you asked for..." email says?
Aggravation.
Not quite the same kind of aggravation I felt after watching Rottweiler on Sci-Fi this weekend. That movie sucked royal butt.
I may be back to share some thoughts after I delete 90 some-odd emails...
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