Whiffs: Missed Messages and Beetle-Juice on Acid

Sometimes you just miss too many things. Get too many emails. Too many voicemails. Then ... you forget you forgot to remember to call a person on their birthday. Not by a day. But by a couple weeks.



Ouch. Only real losers do that.

It doesn't really matter that you are uber-busy. Or business is bad. Or your heavily invested in Merrill Lynch. Or you voted for Ross Perot once. And would again. Or that you had lots of United Parcel Service (UPS) stock before it went public. But you sold it to invest in Pets.com. Or that the Shinese food you had for lunch was really crappy, crummy, vile, egregious, god-awful (Shinese is really bad Chinese) and is haunting you like an ethereal eidolon (Beetle-Juice on Acid).

Who, Me?



Well someone that looks a lot like me, talks a lot like me and sits at the desk I sit most of the time, did that.

To a great writer friend, Nettie Hartsock.

So what to do?

I'd recommend an Animoto-Mail Message -- it's worth the effort anyway.