Bulk Add - Or How to Spam Yourself Using Twitter

Hi all you friendly job people I added yesterday. I read this article and used this tool to follow a bunch of you in bulk.

1. Ninjafollow didn't work that well, and I ended up not following near as many people as were listed.
2. It enabled texting to my phone for all the people I added, which was a drag 'cause I had to go in and turn it off for everyone I added.
3. A bunch of people I added just weren't all that appropriate for me and my really pathetic job search.
4. So, I un-added a bunch of people, which I was worried might be rude.

That's it, just wanted to let you know. No spam. No long arduous article about my personal trials and travails. Oh, by the way, since you're job-search helper people, I'll let you in on one of my best-kept secrets. I am a freelance writer looking for work. I can write anything. I use all 26 letters of the alphabet to construct words, sentences, paragraphs that can be the basis for much larger works. I can type, write long-hand, and dictate to a lackey - my personal, but rarely practiced, favorite. In addition I can intersperse said writing with numbers. I mean, name your number, I don't care how many zeroes there are behind it, I got it covered. I have been writing my entire life, and began with crayons on my babysister's wall. From the beginning I caused a sensation. After that I graduated to printing, learned cursive, and now, after many years of practice, my writing is practically illegible, even to me.

I graduated from UC Berkeley with a minor in Rhetoric, and you know what? My girlfriend still beats the pants off me when we argue (not that I'm complaining, I mean losing your pants to your girlfriend, well, life could be worse). I don't even try to fight with my dad anymore, and my mom just gives me that look, you know, like, "Please, don't disappoint me again." Still, even though it's made me a sort of target amongst my family and friends, I like to think the degree was worth it (I think my parents like to think that too). It sure sounds good (check it out, I use bold judiciously, and not a single exclamation point, now you know that's quality writing).

In addition to writing well, or gooder than most as I see it, I have a great deal of technical expertise. I mean, after all, this is written on a computer. I am adept at using spellcheck and even occasionally click on the grammar button, but that actually is a little scary since it doesn't really "get" my style. I mean, sometimes modifiers need to be dangled, for their own good, teach them a lesson and so forth.

That's it. No real beginning, a middle with little substance, and this kind of nipped off grotesque sort of endy thing. That's called "blogging".

I was laying around in bed the other night, daydreaming, except it was at night, so really technically it was night-dreaming but not the dreaming-dreaming kind of dreaming you associate with nighttime.

Anyway, I was speculating on the value of my time, and I wondered what I would earn if my time were valued on average at $1 per minute, which seems a little extravagant, but not wholly so. So, I did the math, $60/hour x 8hours/day = $480/day, 5 days in a week, so that's $2,400/week, say you work 50 weeks/year since you're an American, so that's $120,000, minus $20,000 for taxes and you're at $100,000/year net.

So, you break it down, and $100,000 just means $1/minute. That is a really interesting idea to me.