Craigslist is the place to go for several things: Free classifieds that skew to younger eyeballs, casual sex hook-ups and pornography of a different sort:
I need someone who can correct,explain grammatical errors,show grammer rules and using more complicated words to rewrite my essays through e-mail.
My short essay will be included not over 500 words.
I need someone help me over 3 or 4 months, and you can return my assignment the next day or the day after next day.
I will pay 2 dollars for per assignment.
Two dollars. Not even five. Not even a medium latte.
Try Bangalore, bub. We pay union wages here.
Busy day, plus I’m coming down with something. I’m off to buy zinc and pick up dry cleaning, but I leave you with bloggage:
NN.C is in its sixth year of Proudly Bringing You the Irrelevant and Uninteresting, but my thirst for online shenanigans remains unslaked. And so this week comes the soft launch of Grosse Pointe Today, a learn-as-I-go experiment in web-based hyperlocal community journalism. I’m not looking for congratulations as much as I am feedback, so if you go over there, pretend you live here and tell me what would make you visit such a site on a daily basis. My ambitions are not so much to be the next William Randolph Hearst as Mitch Harper, only with less politics.
Columnist goes toe-to-toe with publisher, and publisher blinks. To paraphrase Homer Simpson (“Kill my boss? Dare I live the American dream?), Carl Hiaasen is truly living it. The American Dream, that is.
Scalzi has a list of Mark Foley’s next ten heart-rending personal disclosures.
Off to head this rhinovirus off at the pass.