Just a dollar – evangelism
I looked at my cash receipt from Half Price Books, and I noticed that there was a little yellow sticky not attached.
“Dude, what you do, I did it, you call Robert Tilton’s hotline, and they send you a dollar!”
The deal is, they send a dollar, and I presume, add you to the mailing list for farming. You’re supposed to, just what I’ve been told, add some more dollars to this dollar they send you, and then, what? Guaranteed a spot in heaven?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Is a free phone call worth a dollar?
Consider it second-hand evangelism.
1-800-705-7000
Clicks, claws & storms
I clicked through to a geek comic strip and the ad running at the time was for conference in San Antonio. I looked through the conference material, nothing that interested me except the keynote speaker: Neal Stephenson. Who, oh-by-the-way, has a new book due out – called Quicksilver.
Cat wrestling. Snarling, fangs bared, claws extended. Nope, not happy day for trying to give the cat a shot of insulin. Poor guy, his back must feel like pin cushion, and he’s just getting to the point that he doesn’t snarl at me. I kind of enjoy the repartee, as his growl becomes a vicious purr. If it wasn’t personally directed at me, I’d find it amusing. Almost.
The cat’s home is close to Half Price Books, so I figured, as long as I was there, might as well cash in some books. Always good to do a little housecleaning and unload the texts that will never, ever be read – at the very least – put them back in the food chain.
Problem being, I couldn’t really find anything else to pick up. With the pile of cash I had, there was enough to buy dinner at Sandy’s. #1 combo, burger, fries, drink.
