Instant Publishing: Friend or Foe

Before I begin, raise your hand if you initially read the title as, “Instant Pudding”. I’m the writer of this post, yet every time I accessed the draft, I read the title as “pudding” instead of publishing. My apologies as I digress – right out of the gate.

Recently, The Good Greatsby (GG) left a comment about my post, There is no point, just a turkey:  “Writing a post every day has been good in giving me a schedule and has helped me develop better writing habits, but I definitely wish I had more time to let my writing ‘breathe’. Once it’s on the screen it seems much more likely to be locked moving in a certain direction, but while it’s in my mind it keep evolving and evolving.” Continue reading “Instant Publishing: Friend or Foe”

Give my regards to Epsilon; they already have my email address.

The madness began early in April. Notifications were being sent left and right. No doubt, you received one or 10. Right? Even WordPress got hit. Did you noticed the common denominator with each email you received? Here’s a hint: Epsilon.

Are you nodding your head, as you recall the recent flood of emails you’ve received from various organizations notifying you that Epsilon’s email database was compromised? Compromised: A term used by public relation specialists, because studies have shown the use of the word ‘hacked’ does not generate warm fuzzies.

So, Epsilon was hacked, and hundreds (if not thousands) of companies use this marketing giant to manage email communications for various company/product websites. Continue reading “Give my regards to Epsilon; they already have my email address.”

Dancing, Driving and the White-man’s Overbite

It started innocently. I just had a few errands to run before I took myself to a local coffee shop for some quiet blogging time. Maybe the crisp spring air and clear blue skies should have warned me of what was about to take place. Maybe I should have paid more attention to the fact that the kids were staying home with Daddy. Despite the signs, I was oblivious. I knew not what was going to happen.

I started my car, pulled out of the driveway and headed out of the subdivision. Without a second thought, I opened the sunroof and let the fresh spring air surround me in my car. Hindsight tells me the decision to open the sunroof was where the day took a turn. Continue reading “Dancing, Driving and the White-man’s Overbite”