I just clicked the "next blog" button and saw a German site with the English words "Just for Fun" and dozens of matrices of names and numbers. I have no idea what any of that signifies.
Whoever is posting that stuff has 239 followers! That's amazing!
This blog is the most boring looking, least interesting, driest, and jejune piece of work I have seen for a long time. The kind of thing Paul Bass might write if and or when he finally loses his mind.
(I mentioned a real person who will never see this! Ha ha!)
I worked for his New Haven Independent once a few years ago, for a paltry $1,000 a month, under the proviso that I write four local medical stories a week. Which is lunacy for a number of reasons, the least of which is that I used to make more than that much money in one week.
I overheard or read, I don't really know how I know this, but at some point, I gained the information that he was paying himself, his wife and Melissa Bailey something like $60,000 per years. Probably more. At any rate, I felt that I was being taken advantage of. And Bass seemed to enjoy me working for less than minimum wage.
He ended up firing me! Because I could not, or would not, write four hyperlocal medical stories a week. Just not possible. At least for me. Bass could probably do it because, well, he is Paul Bass. His IQ must be 300 or so.
Here's a photo of him:
Here are four photos of Bass and someone who is not Bass.
I cannot remember why I found photos of Paul Bass. Google images is funny. No matter how well known the person is who you're looking for a photo of (grammar?) Google tosses in all sorts of irrelevant photos. So in addition to Paul Bass there were photos of hundreds of other people, most of whom do not resemble Paul Bass at all.
What a sweet whacky guy, that Paul Bass.
Skoal!
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