reader's indigestion
All of you who've been waiting with bated breath can rest easy now - Oh's back home safely and soundly. Despite weathering a perfect storm on Wednesday night (you all got pray for me or not?), I'm still alive and very much kicking. Thank you very much. :)
I just got back home, and awaiting me in the mailbox (the snail one, not the electronic one) is a pile of letters. It's the usual bills, bank statements, death threats and marriage proposals. Normally I'll just glimpse through and dispose. But one of the letters caught my attention - an international mail from.. huh? Sweden?
To the best of my knowledge, I don't know nobody from Sweden and have no affiliations there. Well, except one fellow. It might have been a letter from Sven Goran Eriksson calling me up to the England squad (again). Although I've long informed him of my loyalty to our Lions, the man can be quite persistent sometimes. I hate to tell him this, but methinks we have a much better chance at winning the World Cup than his overrated and overpaid team. We just have to offer the whole Brazilian team citizenship here!
But no, it wasn't him. Instead, it's a letter from the NatGeo magazine offering me discounted subscription. I've never had any relationship with them, so how on earth did they get my name and address? Being well versed in the art of finger-pointing, I know straightaway who's the culprit here. It's non other than the widely-acclaimed RD!
You see, some years back, I made the foolish decision of subscribing to RD. Besides the monthly dose of miracle tales and sob stories, I also received an unwanted but substantial amount of junk mail from them. It was always the same old stuff: the Sweepstakes draw. Once your name gets into their list, the nightmare begins. Every month you'll get letters from them saying you're the luckiest man on the planet for being chosen and asking you to reply to qualify for the next round. Occasionally you're asked to do some scratching and winning, pasting some stickers, or dropping some keys into small pockets in their return envelopes as well. But the problem is, even if you don't reply, you're still the luckiest man alive and get into the next round. Like it or not, the letters keep coming. As a matter of fact, two years after I canceled my subscription, I still get such letters now and then.
Therefore, I have to warn you if you've thought of subscribing. Beware! (I'm not making this up. Check out here and here.)
Can't really blame me for pointing the finger at them, non? They're guilty until proven otherwise!
I just got back home, and awaiting me in the mailbox (the snail one, not the electronic one) is a pile of letters. It's the usual bills, bank statements, death threats and marriage proposals. Normally I'll just glimpse through and dispose. But one of the letters caught my attention - an international mail from.. huh? Sweden?
To the best of my knowledge, I don't know nobody from Sweden and have no affiliations there. Well, except one fellow. It might have been a letter from Sven Goran Eriksson calling me up to the England squad (again). Although I've long informed him of my loyalty to our Lions, the man can be quite persistent sometimes. I hate to tell him this, but methinks we have a much better chance at winning the World Cup than his overrated and overpaid team. We just have to offer the whole Brazilian team citizenship here!
But no, it wasn't him. Instead, it's a letter from the NatGeo magazine offering me discounted subscription. I've never had any relationship with them, so how on earth did they get my name and address? Being well versed in the art of finger-pointing, I know straightaway who's the culprit here. It's non other than the widely-acclaimed RD!
You see, some years back, I made the foolish decision of subscribing to RD. Besides the monthly dose of miracle tales and sob stories, I also received an unwanted but substantial amount of junk mail from them. It was always the same old stuff: the Sweepstakes draw. Once your name gets into their list, the nightmare begins. Every month you'll get letters from them saying you're the luckiest man on the planet for being chosen and asking you to reply to qualify for the next round. Occasionally you're asked to do some scratching and winning, pasting some stickers, or dropping some keys into small pockets in their return envelopes as well. But the problem is, even if you don't reply, you're still the luckiest man alive and get into the next round. Like it or not, the letters keep coming. As a matter of fact, two years after I canceled my subscription, I still get such letters now and then.
Therefore, I have to warn you if you've thought of subscribing. Beware! (I'm not making this up. Check out here and here.)
Can't really blame me for pointing the finger at them, non? They're guilty until proven otherwise!
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