Every day, I receive emails informing me that I can make up to a $1,000 a day, working from home. I smirk knowingly and click Thunderbird’s ‘Spam’ button. No duh, I can. I’m a professional blogger. We’re millionaires, largely paid to sit in our kitchen table in our underpants all day, drinking beer and evacuating our flatulent thoughts upon the world at large.
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Carphone Warehouse Won’t Sell Internet To Septuagenarians
By 9.5.06
The befuddled geezer, the diaper wearing octogenarian — these are great marks. Myopically peering through laser-concentrating spectacles, they never can see the fine print. Heck, you can get them to pretty much get granny to sign her entire life away, just by making soothing noises in response to her pigeon-like cooing about her monthly budget and maybe flashing her a flirtatious smile.
Letters to the Editor: All That Glitters Is Not Gold
By 7.5.06
Some would envy Eilidh, being showered with golden jewelry by a male admirer.
What The Elderly Want in a Cell Phone
By 4.13.06
Any cellphone product development people in the audience? We’ve just done your job for you, invented a cell phone for the elderly.
‘Shoplifting’ Grandma Gets $1.2 Mil From Macy’s
By 4.3.06
A jury has awarded $1.2 million to a woman falsely accused of shoplifting at Macy’s in Georgia.
Mechanics’ Hubris in Humble, Texas
By 3.28.06
Margaret L. writes in an all too typical complaint of car mechanics taking the elderly for a ride.
