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Convocatoria 446

Ahora que vuelvo a revisar la página principal de mi blog, recordé que existía un contador instalado en la parte de abajo de la ventana (dirigirse a esa parte de la página para más referencias). Un evento importante en este humilde sitio es la visita número 446. Por tanto, retomando la idea de un bloggero amigo, he decidido que tan maravilloso acontecimiento, merece ser celebrado en forma (y créanme que he obtenido expertise en eso de las celebraciones).

Para conmemorar el momento de la visita número 446, he preparado algo mucho más divertido que lo que viene para el bicentenario (ok, ok, no es para tanto). La persona que realice la visita 446, y dos más que se encontrarán en los diez números anteriores y posteriores al 446, serán acreedores a una rica cena invitada por su servidor, o en su caso algún regalo para aquellos visitantes que no puedan ser invitados a cenar (por razones de distancia, tiempo o algún problema moral).

Quien deseé participar en la afronta, tiene que registrar en un comentario el número de visita que hayan realizado, con su nombre, lugar de procedencia y correo electrónico. El contador de la parte de abajo les indicará su número. A contraentrega les escribiré anunciando al afortunad@ (gracias por las licencias de este español), con base en el contador de visitas de google (la cuenta es sencilla debido a que el contador está en 401).

Además, como parte de la celebración prometo contar en un post posterior al evento, el significado (cursi) de ese número.

Así pues, visiten visiten y visiten...

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