So, you think you want to contact me? Well, while I can’t really say I understand, I suppose there’s all that “different strokes” and stuff, right? So, more power to you! Here’s hoping I don’t ramble at you like that one guy in the neighborhood with the missing tooth and they squinty eye.
You can find me all in all the usual places online:
If you fear the metallic taste and subtle, corrosive magic of social media, by all means feel free to email me directly. I crave attention like a forgotten puppy, and an email or eight always brightens my day. So feel free to shoot me a message at jason (at) jasonarust.com or puddin (at) puddintopia.com.
If none of those options float your boat, well, no, you can’t have a phone number. Don’t be sad; it’s not you, it’s me. I already get more calls from crazy pollsters and marketing people than you could fill a minimum security prison with. Also, I fear that when speaking on the telephone I’m never more than 10 seconds away from a full-blown, rambling, Aliens-Are-Reading-My-Thoughts kind of meltdown. So, you know. written words are better for me.
But hey, how about this? Fill out the form below and you can send me whatever thoughts/comments/questions/issues-with-the-amusement-park-episode-of-the-Brady-Bunch happen to be skittering across your brain jellos at the moment. I promise I’ll get back to you, just as soon as I’ve had some caffeine for the day.
Thanks for reading, and I look forward to hearing from you!