I can't believe this account still has so many followers. I haven't even been here since 2009 when I moved to @jmitchem. Are you people even paying attention?
In a few days, I return to my home state of Florida as a resident. Again. It will be my 4th (and hopefully last) time moving back.
Yeah I hear the jokes. But I assure you, it wasn’t always like this. Then again, who can say what’s sane. Not me.
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We used to have a dog who looked like a Disney character. Most of you who have known me a while here will remember Sammy - because you could never forget him. Sammy died two years ago. I finally got around to posting his tribute. #GoneDogs
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After 5 years and about 6,000 books, we just sold the last physical copy of @GoneDogs that I’ll pack and ship from my kitchen table. From here on it’s 100% print on-demand and digital.
Total around 8k copies sold so far. All via self-publishing. And it’s just getting started.
Hey if you need a last-min gift for someone who loves dogs, I have a few dozen copies of @GoneDogs left. Should arrive on time if ordered by Sunday.
It’s a solid book written mostly by advertising folk and even a foreword by Lee Clow. #ChristmasGift
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Last week my wife met a lady in the neighborhood who recently had to put her 3-yo dog down. Wife then had our daughter bring a copy of @GoneDogs down here. Didn’t see the lady again until today. Gave her the book. She burst into tears of gratitude.
I’m so glad we made this.
If Democrats wanted to prove they’d only go after wealthy tax cheats with their proposed increase in IRS funding, and not fund “an army of auditors going after the middle class,” as Republicans claim, they should guarantee no one under a certain threshold will be audited. Simple.
I’ve cheated death a few times and here’s what I know - this is all temporary. You. Me. Everyone and everything you know is but a speck on the timeline of this planet. But the moments are beautiful. Spend more of those living life instead of worrying. Fuck worry.