Sadly, I think this practice of mine is about to become impossible

[zihadhasan012]

Ever since I started in the search industry and found that big names wouldn't respond to my messages, I've made it my business to reply to every email that gets sent to me. Two weeks ago, I hit a new record - more than a thousand emails answered in just under 65 hours (though, to be fair, my wife was tag-teaming on her computer to help me get through it all - if you want to know what love is, look no further).


The volume I get has been steadily rising, and telemarketing leads, egypt telephone number data although it's nowhere near as bad as my friends Susan & Vanessa or someone like Matt Cutts, my board of directors has been asking that I contribute to the business in more scalable fashions, and that's probably the right call eventually. At least tonight I don't have to blog - Danny & Rebecca have both put up posts today and tomorrow's Thursday, so Scott has a WB Friday in reserve that we filmed three weeks back (in anticipation of my unavailability).


By 1:00am, I'm asleep, dreaming of high PageRank scores and a sudden fall in the cost of Linkscape's crawler bandwidth (at least, I assume that's what I dream about - I never actually remember). 9:00am GMT, February 19th I've been awake for 4.5 hours already, so I'm starving. Thankfully, Will's waiting in the lobby for me and we dash across the street for breakfast. Will orders "The Full Monty" - commenting that he's entitled, since he was supposed to play basketball the night before (and even though he didn't, it still counts as a pseudo-workout).