So you want to read
a newsletter?​
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Well, gee, thanks for trusting me with your contact info.
I know that, in this day and age, you have a lot of options in your newsletter choices
and I am just beyond tickled that you found your way here, mulling over the
decision to allow me into your inbox.
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I can't promise you that you'll hear from me regularly (I'm the forgetful sort; its equal parts endearing and frustrating). I can't promise that you'll always find my stream-of-consciousness, rambling style enjoyable or even tolerable. I can't promise you that I won't get riled up and go on the occasional rant about what makes a quality queso.
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But.
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I can promise you I won't sell your email to anyone (not out of any sense
of ethical righteousness but mostly because I wouldn't even know how to begin
to do that) and I promise you that I'll do my best to keep my dispatches light and random.
Please don't hold these things (and my many other faults) against me.
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Okay, well, if, after all that, you still want to hitch your
wagon to mine, let's do this, shall we?