Jon! I wrote down all the names on slips of paper. I folded them up and put them in my Tilly hat and I pulled one out. Fair and square. Call me, boy, and I'll have the subscription sent your way. You know my name. Look up the number. Congratulations!
I'm so happy that I didn't win! It's not the subscription that I didn't want, it's the fact that the publisher would have sold my name and address to every company on the planet that doesn't already have it, and I would be getting 9 more tons of junk mail a year! Jon - I'm so happy for you! Enjoy.
my other blog: I don't know that Oxford does that much. The single piece of junk mail I receive besides local grocery fliers are occasional offers for the New York Times or one other lit journal whose name I forget now. So it looks like they're pretty chill about selling info.
Whoa! This is awesome! As soon as I can, I'll give you a call!
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy that I didn't win! It's not the subscription that I didn't want, it's the fact that the publisher would have sold my name and address to every company on the planet that doesn't already have it, and I would be getting 9 more tons of junk mail a year!
ReplyDeleteJon - I'm so happy for you! Enjoy.
I demand an f-ing recount!
ReplyDeleteOkay, Brother B. I'll recount. Hold on.....
ReplyDeleteUh, yep. It said "Jon."
Maybe I'll do another contest some day. I won't tell anyone but you.
whew! dogded that one. It has inspired me to pick up a copy however.
ReplyDeletemy other blog: I don't know that Oxford does that much. The single piece of junk mail I receive besides local grocery fliers are occasional offers for the New York Times or one other lit journal whose name I forget now. So it looks like they're pretty chill about selling info.
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