This is Caleb again, popping out of the rabbit hole with another short series of updates... and by series I probably mean two (maybe three). I have many more taking up space on the notebook on my lap, but since my time at the library is very limited, I don't think I'll have time to crank out many more.
So, I am now issuing this notice to make up for the lack of quantity in my updates (for those of you holding out for an increase in the quality, I wouldn't start holding your breath any time soon... or better yet. Start holding your breath; I dare you! I'd serve you right):
For those of you wanting to have a more regular fix of suspect ranting, or an increase in mail that is not directly connected to offers of 500 extra hours of free internet *************************, we now announce the "He's going postal" offer.
Yes, if you send Caleb your current address (either through e-mail, posting at the bottom, spirit channeling, passener pigeon, or other methods of your choice, you can get, guaranteed, a genuine missive from Caleb in return.
This is a way to challenge me to write more, keep in touch with an old friend (or fiend, your call), fill your mailbox with extra, ego-inflating happiness, and spur on the American economy one postage stamp at at time.
Brought to you by, the U.S. Postal Service. "It's been a while since we last raised the cost of stamps. Better catch the wave before we decide to do it again."
Offer not voice in Nicaraguea or Pourt au Prince, because I can't seem to spell them correctly, and I believe the odds of people receiving their mail would suffer.
Thanks for playing and I hope to hear from you all soon.
************************* - Not really, but there's enough small print here that our lawyers promise us you couldn't prove otherwise in a court of law.
