I was just about to get shirty with tiny letters

I make and send my newsletters with tiny letters -- and thought the service was the bee's knees until I got sixteen copies of my last newsletter in my own inbox. Sixteen of the same promo-y newsletter filling up my inbox page, and, what's worse, maybe also filling up your inboxes.

Grrr. That's not going to win me friends and influence readers.

But I just got an apologetic note from Mr. Tinyletter Man himself. Apparently he had issues with multiple copies of one of his emails going out into the world over and over and over . .  . I can't stay shirty when he is so clearly mortified.

I'm done with him at the moment -- as in I no longer feel the need to express my opinion.

But let me just say to anyone who's seen one or both of my newsletters over and over and over and over and over and oo jeez. . .Sorry.

As Mr Tinyletter Man himself said, Sorry about that and I'm almost positive it won't happen again.

If it does, and we all end up with way too many copies of that newsletter, I'll pick up the sword of self righteous fury (more like the scissors or paring knife of SRF) and wave it at Mr. TLM. And maybe I'll even look for another way to send out newsletters. Bah.


  1. I foresee a story in which Mr. Tiny O'Lettera meets a gruesome end.

  2. over and over and over . . .

    Maybe the death of a thousand epaper cuts.

  3. I think I need to wake up more...this lost me, kiddo.
    Are you seeing little men?
    Now, THERE'S a story.


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