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The Guest
Refrigerator Door

The new magnets are from Jeri's refrigerator. Jeri's fridge has some unusual stuff attached to it.

This was a post card that was advertising an art event in a "T" station

* NEW *

Someone suggested I add a discussion board, so I have.

If you have anything to discuss, go to this link. Feel free to start a new discussion on anything.


I'm a Stranger Here Myself

Bill Bryson

I enjoyed his Australia book so much, I decided to try the one about this country.


Battersea Park Road
to Enlightenment

(this is a book I picked up in London)


Boston Public
(Ned's been raving about it all season; I'd never watched it. Good show!!)

That's it for today!


12 June 2001

Iíve received the most incredible offer. Iím rushing right out to take advantage of it, so if Iím not back here itís because Iíve suddenly become amazingly wealthy and am off touring the world or something. But in case it doesnít work out, I thought Iíd share my good fortune with you.

In the mail today, I received the following letter:

Dear Sir,

it begins, which puts its credibility at risk right from the start.


This letter may come to you as a surprise since it is coming from someone you have not met before.

No shit.

However, we decided to contact you based on a satisfactory information we had about your business person as regards this business information concerning your country and safety of our funds in a steady economy such as that of your country compared to our country Nigeria, Africa.

Wow. Who have they been talking to? Iím unemployed, with the requisite number of debts, an old car, and older dog, and I spend my day surfing the Internet. Makes you wonder about what constitutes clever business acumen in Nigeria, doesnít it?

I am a civil adviser currently working with the Nigeria National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC). I and my close and trusted colleagues need your assistance in the transfer of US$50 million, (FIFTY MILLION UNITED STATES DOLLARS) into any reliable account you may nominate overseas.

Oh thatís it. They discovered my Swiss bank accounts and my conduit through those off shore banks in Barbados. Dang. And I thought Iíd been so clever.

This fund was generated from over- invoicing of contracts executed by the NNPC under our control and supervision. This fund is now ready to be remitted into any account we put forward for that purpose.

What we want from you is a good and reliable company or personal account into which we shall transfer this funds.

Details should include the following:

1. Name of Bank

2. Address of Bank, with Telephone and Fax Numbers.

3. Bank account Number.

4 Beneficiary/Signatory to account (Account Name).

Upon the successful crediting of your account, the funds will be shared as follows.

1. 25% to you for your assistance.

2. 70% to myself and my colleagues.

3. 5% for contigencies and expenses.

Well, golly gosh gee whiz. Iím rushing right out to send this guy all of my banking information. I can hardly wait for the millions to start cascading into my account.

Please, after your first reply through e-mail, I will want us to continue further communication by Fax and Telephone for confidential purpose. We wish to assure you that your involvement should you decide to assist us, will be well protected. This business is 100% risk free as we have secured our own side of the transaction.

Yeah. Right. And I believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny too.

Thank you for your anticipated co-operation, while we look forward to a mutually benefiting business relationship with you.

Uh. I donít think so.

Now It may be that Iíve just passed up the opportunity of a lifetime, and perhaps if this had come from some other country, I might have been tempted to send a total stranger all of my banking information on the promise of a small fortune for my "assistance."

However, my experience with Nigerians has not been positive. Iím sure there are lovely Nigerians out there. But itís amazing how experience with one person can color your whole perspective.

The person in question is a veterinarian of some renown (or perhaps heís just a legend in his own mind). He wooed a good friend of mine. In some respects, it was a good thing. Got her away from a bad job, a bad marriage, and a lot of other things she needed to get away from, but he lured her with promises of world travel, riches beyond her wildest dreams and, with stars in her eyes she followed him to the ends of the earth, only to find that reality is a bitter pill. I canít even begin to calculate how much of her money he squandered, how deeply in debt he ran her, how many women he cheated on her with, or how much indignity he heaped on her. I just watched the emotion abuse over and over and over again. And I hated him for it. I also feared him, when he began to make passes at me, her children, her other friends. I hated that he kept her isolated and did not allow her to make her own friends. I cheered when she finally kicked the bastard out. I cried when she let him back in again. Over and over again. Because sheís a beautiful, kind, giving, talented, intelligent person who deserves better.

So when I hear "Nigeria," I think of this guy and I think of the shambles he made of my friendís emotional life and, as tempting as it may be to share my private banking information with some total stranger in Nigeria who calls me "sir" and who feels that I have a good business sense, I think Iíll pass.

I may not die rich, but I wonít die stupid.

One Year Ago:
Gay Pride #1

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