Google Yourself
You know how they say you should never Google yourself? They're wrong. While double-checking my CV, I discovered someone may have misappropriated something of mine. This is concerning, even annoying. I hope this doesn't turn into a deal, with lawyers and all, but it almost has to.
And yes, I'm blogging again. Now seemed like a good time. What have I been doing since I last posted? I was cursed by an African witch doctor and cured by a elderly priestess in a little beach town. I shook hands with war criminals and swam with the barracuda. I found an orphanage for exceptional children that had neither orphans nor children, but several exceptions. I learned to use metaphors, but I'm not using them now. I passed the 200 sit-up challenge and kept on going. I waited for an answer (and I'm still waiting). I made diabolical plans which should bear fell fruits.
I feel better than I have in years. Smarter. Faster. Energized. Awake.
And yes, I'm blogging again. Now seemed like a good time. What have I been doing since I last posted? I was cursed by an African witch doctor and cured by a elderly priestess in a little beach town. I shook hands with war criminals and swam with the barracuda. I found an orphanage for exceptional children that had neither orphans nor children, but several exceptions. I learned to use metaphors, but I'm not using them now. I passed the 200 sit-up challenge and kept on going. I waited for an answer (and I'm still waiting). I made diabolical plans which should bear fell fruits.
I feel better than I have in years. Smarter. Faster. Energized. Awake.