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Come Out! No E-Cards! Wednesday, Oct. 11, 2006 - 12:05 a.m. Today is National Coming Out Day. Come out come out wherever you are! --- Tomorrow, Thursday, October 12th, is my fifteenth wedding anniversary. I'm going to shout here for a moment, so forgive me. And thankfully, this does not apply to most of you. But it needs to be said, because there are a few hardy souls out there who keep forgetting this very important fact about my life online. Okay, here goes: --- Please do not send me e-cards. I don't like e-cards at all. No matter how cute or clever you might think they are, do not send me e-cards of any kind. They are difficult to load, and they crash my system, and I'm tired of that happening.If you want to wish me a happy anniversary, or observe any other festive occasion, do it by email, or if you have my telephone number, feel free to call me. But do not send me an e-card. Ever. EVER. I have never enjoyed receiving them from anybody on the planet, and I'm tired of my wishes being disregarded just because you have not bothered to stay in touch, or keep up with my life and times to a degree that you could have snailmailed a card to me on time. In case you don't understand yet, I hate e-cards. Do not send them to me. If and only if you are sending an e-card to tell me that Tom Chaplin will be delivered naked to my front door, then I might just forgive you, but only after Tom actually shows up. On second thought, don't even send me an e-card to tell me that, and do you know why, yet? Because I HATE E-CARDS!!! --- Thank you. Have a pleasant Wednesday. ---
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