Kelly Sue, upon hearing me explain that I’m battling the urge to fuck around and not get work done, offered yesterday to occasionally text and tell me to get to work, to which I jokingly agreed because clearly she was joking.
Why would I kid??
Best part: I just received the following Tumblr mail (leaving the woman’s name off because I haven’t gotten her permission to post, but I’ll add it if she responds that it’s okay) —
Hi! I saw your post about telling people to get shit done. There’s a website called Remind101 where you can send texts to folks who subscribe.. So, if you were to sign up and tell us to get stuff done, it
would be awesome.
So… if I’m reading this right, there is a service whereby I can NAG any masochist who signs up. SHOTGUN BLAST NAGGING.
This might have to happen.
(Thinking this through — what a great tool. I can think of all sorts of uses—deadline reminders for creator-owned books, con schedules (!!!)… Oh my god, Con Schedules! Good stuff.
Site TOS makes it clear it’s intended for teachers, but I can’t find anything that says you HAVE to be a teacher. Hm…)
Okay, let’s try this. You want me to nag you randomly? You’re now taking a class called “Bitches Get Shit Done.”
To sign up, text @bitchesg to (971) 244-8342.
Well this escalated quickly. Also I feel less special now.