The Death of Entrecard

Hey there.  Today marks the day that Entrecard has died.  Well, at least to me it has.  It started off as a great tool, especially for a rookie such as myself, and it did wonders to my site.  It brought traffic, it brought readers, and it made me friends.  The downside of it all is that you had to devote quite a bit of time to drop your card on sites.  Now, this wouldn't be so bad until you realize that you can only drop 30o cards a day, minimizing the amount of credits that you can earn in a day.  Then it hits you, you need well over 1500 credits just to advertise on one of the popular sites.  That's almost a week's worth of credits to advertise on one site!  The time has come where I just don't have the time or the patience to continue with Entrecard.  I plan on leaving the widget on for a few more days.  I don't want to cheat out those that purchased ads.  Once those are done, Entrecard will be gone.

Entrecard, I thank you for the friends.  I thank you for the jump start.  But somewhere along the lines, you lost your way.  You promised cash outs, you introduced a market, and ultimately crashed down with paid ads.  My needs have changed and even though you've tried to accommodate some of them, it just isn't working out.  I'm sure they'll be others, I'm sure others still love you, but as for me, I just don't have the time.  Wish you the best of luck.  Later!

Motivational Sunday - Nintendo

Hey there. Back in the day, when I was a young one, the weekends existed for one purpose and one purpose only: To play as much video games as possible. Going to the mall? Nah, not me, Street Fighter has been calling my name all week. Going to the park? No thanks, I still got to get first place on Rainbow Road in 150cc class. Calling a baby sitter? Why, I'll won't do anything but play games. You don't need to worry.

Yup, that was the story of my childhood. If there was a Nintendo in the house, I was sitting in front of it. It taught me how to do everything!  From learning to drive (Mario Kart) to saving damsels in distress (Mario and Zelda) to learning to defend myself on the streets (Final Fight).  Parents... who needed those? Long as I had a few games, I was set for life!  lol  Later!

Pi: Coincidence? I Think Not!

Hey there.  Why do they call it pi?  I'm sure that there is some scientific explanation out there somewhere but I'm feeling a little too lazy to figure out.  But then... it dawned me!  Lo and behold!!!  The REAL reason it's called pi!

The Definition of Success (Age Intervals)

At age 4, success is not peeing in your pants.
At age 12, success is having friends.
At age 16, success is having a driver's license.
At age 20, success is having sex.
At age 35, success is having money.
At age 50, success is having money.
At age 60, success is having sex.
At age 70, success is having a driver's license.
At age 75, success is having friends.
At age 80, success is not peeing in your pants.

Today has Been One of Those Days at Work

Hey there.  Have you ever had one of those days where you feel as if the people you are working with are incompetent?  I don't want to bash anyone in particular, but it's frustrating when we're all part of a team and someone just doesn't give a crap and screws everything up.  I mean... we do work for the same company, right?!  I understand the segregation of duties, I understand that you should do your job, but if you know that you're doing something wrong, how about you speak up instead of saying, "I'm just doing my job". 

I've had to make several calls to the controller of a certain account several times today.  Each one outlining mistakes that were done by our people because they were being extremely careless.  And the frustrating part of it all is that we'll all experienced in the field.  This is not our first day on the job.  There are other accounts that are in a similar situation as this one and yet we can manage to screw this one up but not the other?  You knucklehead...  Can you learn by example?!  You're already doing it correctly with the other account... can't you apply the same techniques to this one?!?!?!  

UGH!!!!

Women and Their Love for Bags

Hey there.  Is it me or do women in general own too many bags?  When I first met my wife, I was astounded by the collection of hand bags that she owned.  Small bags, big bags, colorful bags, monotone bags, expensive bags and not so expensive bags.  She seemed to have one in every color and one for each occasion.  The top half of her closet was dedicated to bags alone. 

Now, I never really understood why she needed so many.  Me, being a man, I simply may not have the brain power to fully grasp the concept.  I always viewed bags a the female equivalent of a wallet.  In my mind, since women tend to wear fitted clothing, pockets are kinda meaningless in pants and a bag is necessary to carry stuff.  I don't change my wallet unless it's falling apart...  The bag, however, will alternate with several other bags and they eventually stay in pretty good condition.

"Why are you telling me this, Metallman?  I don't care about whether or not your wife has 2 bags or a million bags."

Well, my friends, you're about to care.  A few days ago, my wife got the urge to clean out the closet.  Must be the Spring Cleaning bug, I don't know, but she pulled out several handbags that she wants to get rid of.  The bags are of the BCBG variety and are in great shape.  Now, let me tell you, my wife takes really good care of her stuff.  Some of the bags still have the tag in them and others, she never really used.  After a brief discussion with the wife, I decided that instead of donating the bags the local Salvation Army, I've decided that I'm going to give them away to my readers, one at a time.

I'm still debating on how I'm going to do it.  Will it be a contest type thing where an entry is earned for every comment, post, or tweet?  Or should it be a comment only sweepstakes where the random.org gods determine the winner?  I'm still thinking about how to go about it and I welcome suggestions.  Keep on the look out the first one up for grabs some time next week.  Until then, later!