In June 2013, my lovely wife came into the bedroom where I had been enjoying a nice, leisurely nap and dropped a computer on my stomach. She only said one word, "Write!", and left the room. From that moment I became a writer, and now I consistently update Losing the Internets about once a week. My only regret is that I wished the Queen dropped my tablet on me and not the desktop.
All content comes strictly from my brain and is guaranteed to be 87% fact-free. I wish I could fit this blog into a preconceived genre, like gardening or parenting or ritualistic bead harvesting, but I can't. If you would like a more targeted creation, try SharkSider.com, which has a lot of great information about the shark lifestyle. If you want to read about my three weeks with papillary thyroid cancer, or rants about semantics, or crap that I overhear at fast food restaurants, then feel free to explore. I may even drop some chapters of mediocre fiction from time to time.
If you are a company with a product that you need reviewed or promoted, I can totally sell out. As a marketing consultant that routinely uses brand ambassadors, I know how to promote your stuff effectively. All reviews and such will be my own opinions and views, so don't be surprised if your product gets compared to Don King's hair or something equally as awesome. You can also hire me for parties, funerals and grocery store openings. I don't know why you would, but you can.
Get a hold of me at jcgrubb39@gmail.com, and I will do my damnedest to get back to you. For daily interactions, visit me on Twitter at @jcgrubb or my Facebook page.