Dotty Parker

advice on giving commentary

It is only occasionally that I get a comment from someone I don't know.

Recently, however, I got a notification that I'd received a comment.

It was in reference to the self-charging battery issue

I did not know the sender. Here's what it said:

Hi ,
I am not a genius but can provide a solution thro a protype which I am working on the theoritical program on a curcuit yet to be proven and looking for investor to put my work come true
with self charging battery for electrical atomotive .
Your spotlight mention , canyou provide a circiut of it nature and I may help to see if improvement be made to give continuous lighting to your need.
I willing to share with you
I am a singaporean and read on metallurgyas a subject in my secod degree and post research for PHD.

I've read a letter like this before. It was hanging in the lab where I worked as an undergrad. It wasn't just like this, but there it was, very similar. It was a request to work with someone. The phrasing of the request would make a person unlikely to choose the correspondant.

So I ask myself, "Is this a joke? Did someone put a search into google about perpetual motion or something? Should I spend time researching who this person is? Should I not giggle a little bit? Am I unappreciative of the Singaporean situation? What is the Singaporean situation? Who named them Singaporeans?"

I think that their new name should be Singaporingles. That's much snappier.

life lessons writ on poster board in smelly marker
I shall have to tell you of my garage sale. I shall have to tell you about how it goes. I shall have to tell you of my extraordinary life lessons from the garage sale. It has to do with stuff, having too much, and then getting rid of it and feeling guilty about having it in the first place.

So I may as well tell you what I've learned so far. I have waaaaaaay too much stuff. As I've gone through and sorted what I do and do not want, I can't believe how much I've apparently wanted in the past. Holy shnikies I have a lot of stuff.

But my big life lesson comes now: even if I feel guilty about having spent money on stuff in the past, there's no way to get the cash back now. So I need to just get over it. Cut my losses and move on. Can't fix the past, but I surely can be more free of it in the future: free of the guilt and of the stuff.

Oh, I'm so motivational, I might have a tear in my eye! How in the world can I be so brilliant! Maybe I could write for the Reader's Digest or, mmm, maybe Woman's Day. I could even sell one of those tiny books that are at the check out at the grocery store! Here'd be the lineup, right above the batteries, razor blades, and gum: How to Read Palms by Griselda Moonpie; Winning Back the Man of Your Dreams by DeJa Vu; Forget Him, Don't Regret Him by Dotty Parker; Eat Right for Your Shoe Size by Pia Bunion.

I'm going to be rich.

We're going to live like KINGS!

Posted by dotty at October 2, 2003 09:58 PM