Help-wanted ads, here I come.
A romp through my spam folder.
Was Robert Burns a Flat-Earther, do you suppose?
Spam: A Many Splendoured Thing.
Now if only customers would read the stuff we send them . . .
A conversational partner irritatingly addicted to finishing my sentences.
Judging the rush to pre-judgement
Who made Google Queen (of the Spelling) Bee? Oh. That was me.
What’s in a type?