This is The Infamous List. You will subscribe. And you will like it. (Otherwise, you’ll be stuck in the land of the RSS feed. And we wouldn’t want that. On second thought, that’s pretty good, too.)
Why so Infamous? I am offended that you have to ask. Look at me! Don’t I instill fear and trembling? Don’t my hypnotic swirly eyes suddenly make your feet feel leaden to the ground? No, that is not the addictive effect of coffee plus facebook. That is a ruse I developed so that people would not detect my ominous presence.
But today, I am ready to come out of hiding. I am tired of not getting the credit I so clearly deserve.
I have started by taking over Sarah’s email list. That’s right. I’m holding it hostage. No, gasping in terror will not help. You might as well continue on down the slippery slope to passive acceptance.
Note from Sarah: Don’t worry; my list thinks he’s hot stuff, but really, he’s mild as a puppy. A very small puppy.
Second note from Sarah: I send terrific emails. Says my mom. But no, really. People love getting email from me. So will you.
You can also subscribe to the RSS feed, if you’re into that sort of thing. (I am.)
