I have used this mechanism called a blog for many things:
I've used it to garner business when I was still in the business, to foster relationships when I still cared ... and now ... to curiously put into play the fact that I just like to write and hope I'm not totally lousy at it. Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm not lousy at it, yet a doubt rings in even this mind.
But within this mind, this one is personal. For the first time, I'm calling somebody out on a blog that Google finds fond and I find no way to reach Mr. Madcap. Yeah, you know who you are.
I've called out folks before, but I usually just did a once and done gig. And they weren't spectators, like you, Mr. Madcap.
They were players. You know the kind.
Like Jack Pratt.
Can you please before me squeeze an eloquent tweet on twitter? Can you please right a wrong as the day is long on facebook? Can you not only write a comment but commit to a post that wants the most out of you?
Where are you?
Not Jack Pratt