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?
Do two wrong styles of online training make a right?
It seems that I can’t get there from here.
Being careful not just what I wish for, but what I ask for.