"Better than Cosmo! Others just recite facts, but I like your posts best because of the in-depth analysis."
"Great work! Your stuff is a sight for sore eyes in this wash of dumbed down crap for the masses I see all the time on the internet."
"Greg is a dapper gent, intelligent, and easy to hang with. He made me feel right at home in his film noir-esque lair. We talked at great length about books, influences (we both write), and on a broad range of topics that might cause one to raise an eye brow while pondering. He was great fun to roam the city with. I'm looking forward to another round of pursuing art exhibits and deep dialog over late night coffees the next time we cross paths."
"Greg! Thank you so much! I will not forget this! Your help will make it easier for me to secure a job when I get back home from Switzerland!"
"Dude I hate to write you about this again but those nutrition tips you sent me were a fucking godsend. Anyway, I do appreciate ya... you're a good egg."
"Dear Mr. Greg: You are creative and amusing... two things I find irresistible. If I didn't live so far away, I'd go after you myself! Thanks for all the laughs."
"Hey thanks for all the stuff on girls and relationships. I was up reading last night for like 3 hours. We had an earthquake not too long ago here in California, but man, some of the stuff you wrote shook me more than the quake!"
"I have to say, you provided several hours of entertainment for me just now. It is a great thing to know there are other people with similarly twisted senses of humor and intelligence. Thank you very much Greg Thompson, and good luck with the woman of your dreams. Should you ever feel the need to entertain me again, please feel free to do so, I'll take it any way I can get it."Archive for February, 2009
Life Lessons From Nazi Grade School Teachers
Sunday, February 15th, 2009Not long ago, I posted a bunch of my favorite quotes. One of the most important of those was “The Professional’s Code” as spoken so well by John Carlton.
It went like this:
The “Professional’s Code” is very simple: You show up where you’re supposed to be… when you said you’d be there… having done what you [...]
The Ghost Who Gave Back Massages
Sunday, February 8th, 2009As we often did in those days, late one night in 2006 I lay stretched across the bed, on the phone with my girlfriend Christine.
Her Cuteness blathered on about such-n-such issue of little consequence when all of a sudden I heard her shriek followed by a loud *clunk* *clunk* *clunk*
“…Christine? Are you ok?”
It was no [...]
