Merlin Mann

Never. Probably not. We’ll see. Maybe. I doubt it.  

Only if you want them sent back like an overcooked steak. Seriously, please don’t send me this kind of crap; I’m not a baseball card.  

Only if it’s waiting for me on some kind of ironic eyeball-searing machine in hell.  

Kinda. I guess. I assume. I mean, I haven’t even looked at Facebook in over a year, but I imagine my old page is on there somewhere.  ...

No. That’s not going to happen. And, for the record, it’s a creepy thing to ask. Seek counseling.  

I don’t hate anyone. And I have a lot of friends in some form of public relations. They seem nice. Also, people I work with and who represent me use PR ...

Because Twitter is a safe and harmless place to let my id run off-leash. Plus, it’s just amazingly tedious to talk about your exercise, location, and meal quality.  ...

It’s nothing personal, and it most definitely has zero to do with you, your email, or your awesomeness, all of which we’ll take as read. The problem is: every ...

Again, it’s so nothing against you. Not at all. It’s just that I don’t use websites to confer friendship—let alone the illusion of friendship. I use actual friendship for ...