Plain old coffee can be boring, so Mike "Phronk" [my last name] of London, Ont., likes to put "weird things" in his (he keeps a blog about it). [etc.]
Conspicuously absent? The address of said blog. I guess there won't be an influx of millions of visitors who will buy my crappy merchandise.
Oh well. At least when I'm old, I can brag to my grandkids about my greatest accomplishment. I'll be all like, "STOP TALKING. Did you know that I was in Maclean's?"
And they'll be all like, "WTF is Maclean's?"
And I'll say, "It was one of Canada's most popular magazines."
And they'll say, "WTF is a magazine?"
Then I will get angry and rant about the good old days when you had to physically leave the house to get information, then slowly absorb it from paper to your brain, rather than instantly downloading it into your neural implant. Then I'll graphically demonstrate how the iPad can suck my wrinkly nuts.