Last night, Husband and I went to Newark to hang out with some of his friends from high school. His friend Dr. M asked me if I had a web page, so I gave him a CUSS sticker.* He stared at it for a second, then brought it closer to his face and squinted at it for a few minutes, then looked at me, then looked at the sticker again.
"This isn't your website," he said and frowned.
"What are you talking about?" I replied. "That is my website."
"It doesn't say suzannereisman.com," he said matter-of-factly and in a tone implying that I am an idiot for not knowing my own web page.
Sometimes, I worry about people. And, incidentally, he is a medical doctor, so if you are ever in a hospital and hear him paged over the loudspeaker (which is hard since I did not reveal his name, but I am tempted to for the safety and well-being of my blog friends), run away quickly. He himself encourages this.
*As for CUSS stickers, they are available for FREE to anyone who emails me at cussandotherrants AT gmail DOT com. If you intend to go to the BlogHer 07 conference (and you should if you can afford it!), I'll be giving them out there, too.
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After reading the sticker idea a few weeks ago, I went ahead and had a few printed. They're very plain, but since I'm just in this for shits and giggles, a business card seems kind of a stretch.
ReplyDeleteYou could always register suzannereisman.com and write gushing nonsense about yourself in the third person, so it sounds as though you're so important that you could not be bothered to write your own intro. That particular writing style in blogs always cracks me up. And then I surf away. Instantly. :)
better not have been newARK, DE you were referring to:)
ReplyDeletePlus, many points of "interest" in NYC are plastered with CUSS stickers. But I wouldn't know anything about who did that.
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