The Siren Song of Nanerville

I very recently sent an email out to many, many people. Most of these people I no longer know or speak with. There is a high probability that you are one of these people. If you are, there isn't really much need for your to continue reading. If you you aren't, I call on you with the utmost lack of urgency to indulge in the letter I sent to those very people (whom you are probably one of). The email has been preserved in its entirety, with the exception that the words have been changed without concern for the preservation of their original intent.


To all of you:

I am acting against my better judgment by sending this email to everyone in my address book. This means you may be receiving this letter and fall into one of the following lettered categories:

You...
a. Don't remember who I am
b. Know exactly who I am and don't care much for me
c. Vaguely remember who I am (but still don't care much for me)
d. Vaguely remember who I am (but all opinions about me have been lost or never existed)
e. Know exactly who I am and think I'm a pretty great guy (AKA those who have been properly deceived)

Regardless of what category you fall into, I urge you to check out my World Wide Web Log, or "blog", in the shorthand. Apparently this is the new craze and, as so often happens, I have fallen victim to the lure of the trend.

Thank you for your time, and I apologize whole-heartedly for all past and future transgressions (intentional or otherwise) I may enact upon you.

Sincerely,
Naner
http://www.nanerville.blogspot.com/ Note: The blog is in its infancy. I urge patience and courtesy.

P.S. There are few ideas in this world that are more alarming than sirens.
P.S.S. What do you think?
P.S.S.S. Off

As I write, I consider the notion that most people are leary of superfluous postscripts. Though, I suspect not moreso than direct insults.