Working with Allen (our resident writer and my brother), on IGotNewsForYou can sometimes be a messy affair. The guy is funny. Pee-your-pants funny. As lazy as they come mind you, but certainly funny. We were chatting yesterday about various story ideas, the website, etc. and he started talking about what it would be like to explain IGotNewsForYou to our mother. Now our mom is tripping past 80 years old these days, and sure her memory isn't what it used to be, but she still has a good sense of humor. Of course, having never actually sat at a computer, it would be almost impossible to explain IGotNewsForYou to her. Still, Allen was going on about how funny it would be to show it to her and how funny it would be to get a testimonial from her. (Ben claims we need testimonials to show people how great IGotNewsForYou is. On the site we're working on, we've put in some placeholder/fake ones just to get the layout down.) So, skipping out on the things he should have been working on, Allen came up with a testimonial written by our mother: Friday...another lonely weekend coming up... *** My name is Mrs. Yoskovitz and my son, Allen, is a partner in IGotNewsForYou or at least that's what he tells me. It's a great business. He told me the last time he came to visit me...that was about five months ago. Considering that he lives 10 minutes away by car, I can't ask for much more. Although he could pick up a phone. Actually it's that wife of his...ah well never mind. As I was saying IGotNewsForYou is very clever. Personalized, shmersonalized...who cares...as long as he can earn a decent living from it...but it can't be worse than his previous business ventures. He was a partner in an upscale ladies wear store in Kabul for a while. It didn't do very well. Then he got involved with some strange guys who opened a woman's shelter in Iraq...bombed as well...in any case hopefully IGotNewsForYou can make him enough money so that he can finally start to pay down his student loans...considering he's 54 years old, it would be a good idea. And he had a good education...university and everything...but I think he spent most of his school time hanging out with, what did we call them, dippies, bippies...I can't remember...you know long hair, that weird Turkish tobacco, whatever...ah well...and I always hoped he'd become a doctor like my friend Elsa's boy. *** Thanks mom. You're the best. Allen, get back to work. (Technorati Tags: baby boomers, mother, satire)