You know you’re old when you read about a book and you think to yourself, what the futhart? (To understand the word “futhark,” go to Susan Kelley’s blog, Susan Says.)
I read an article in the Wall Street Journal, of all places, about a blog that’s now a book. It’s a book with no page numbers. It’s a book of text messages. Texts taken from the over 3 million Lauren and Ben Bator posted on their blog. Texts about “unforgettable nights most would rather not remember.”
They apparently get about 15,000 texts every day. They only put up about 40 to 50 of them. They’ve gone back and deleted some of their own more embarrassing ones. It’s isn’t clear that they’ve done that for others.
I need to think of something really, really stupid…I’m too old, though. Things this stupid just don’t come into my head.
Do you have ideas crazy enough to be a quick book that will probably make big bucks but have no lasting value? Better jump on it.
[For those of you who read yesterday's post and wanted to know how good of a liar I am (the assignment was to tell 6 outrageous lies about myself and one outrageous truth), the answer is that I reversed it and told 6 truths and one lie. The lie was #5: "I don’t remember the name of my fifth step-father." The others were truths.]
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