No, I Don’t Have a Problem

I finally signed up for Gmail. I had been resisting it because of the vague feeling that Google was becoming too much of a superpower or something like that. I dunno. Didn’t want to feed into their crazy momentum. But whatever, 2.6 gigs of storage is my tipping point.

I won’t change my email address, since just redirects to wherever I want, so I didn’t need to bother with finding a wicked username. But I did anyway. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with wanting to change my name to Michael B. Arthur.

Well, maybe it does.

3 thoughts on “No, I Don’t Have a Problem”

  1. Man, what happened to “Better a dumb evil than a clever neurtal”? You should have all Hotmailed it up.

  2. For days, every time I see this entry’s title, all I can think of is Parappa the Rapper.

    Here, I don’t have a sample.

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