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Word of the Day: July 01, 2012





A good blog seems to be as rare as an egg that, when cracked, reveals a shiny, new gold nugget or a $1,000 bill.



1)  The social science that analyzes the production and distribution of blog posts.


2)  The condition of a region or group of blogs as related to national prosperity (usually near zero)







Word of the Day: March 18, 2012




"Ten more blogs and even Homer will start to look good"





1)  A person who just can’t get enough of reading blogs.  The more they blog, the better the other blogs look.


2)  A blogger who will do anything to get their next blog fix.  There is a 12-word process for acquiring a pin reflecting the blogger’s desire to quit blogging, but most fail by step 3.



Today’s post was brought to you by the letter Q, the color purple (the movie) and me!


*note;  if you have any suggestions for a fake, blogging-related word or acronym that you like, despise or use, please leave it as a comment, along with a short definition and the phonetics. Your suggestions will be an upcoming daily feature!


Subject to change without notice. Words may appear closer in a mirror than they actually are. 9 out of 10 librarians  are mousey introverts, 19 times out of 20, yet still manage to appear to be sexy. This site is not endorsed by the SPCB (the second SPC (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty) in the phone book – the SPCA (Animals) hogged the first spot on me again! Those brutes!) the apathetic and appallingly apropos “Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Bloggers” (donations accepted and suggested).

Word of the Day: March 06, 2012



Hey, Paradise, build me a great blog post (from the hit song by Carol King, "Paradise (parking lot)"




1)  The Nirvana of all blog rolls where every blog listed is your favorite. (Hey – whatta ‘ya know, you’re here!)


2)  The garden where the perfect blog post is born…or reborn…or re-blogged. (the location of which has yet to be shared – Red? Care to share?)


Today’s post has been brought to you by the colors white, blue and Red (in collaboration with Ann Marie Dwyer).  Please give Red’s site a visit each day to see what she has to say. Red writes about marriage, money and all other things that matter in life, including cheap sauces and booze! Visit http//



*note;  if you have any suggestions for a fake, blogging-related word or acronym that you like, despise or use, please leave it as a comment, along with a short definition and the phonetics. Your suggestions may well be an upcoming daily feature!


Subject to change without notice. Words may appear closer in a mirror than they actually are. 9 out of 10 librarians  are mousey introverts, 19 times out of 20, yet still manage to appear to be sexy. This site is not endorsed by the SPCB (the second SPC (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty) in the phone book – the SPCA (Animals) hogged the first spot on me again! Those brutes!) the apathetic and appallingly apropos “Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Bloggers” (donations accepted and suggested).

Word of the Day: January 22, 2012



I am blogger, hear me roar!



1) People who attain success after a couple of years of struggling as a blogger, only to forget those who helped them to get to where they are. Success is usually short-lived for blogceited people.

2) Bloggers who use people they meet in social networking sites in order to fleece comments and page views out of them.


*note;  if you have any suggestions for a fake, blogging-related word or the day, or an acronym meeting the same criteria, please leave your suggestion(s) as a comment, with a short definition and the phonetics for the suggestion.


Subject to change without notice. Words may seem closer in a mirror than they actually are. 9 out of 10 librarians are mousey introverts, 19 times out of 20, yet still manage to appear to be sexy. This site is not endorsed by the SPCB (the second SPC (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty) in the phone book – the SPCA (Animals) hogged the first spot on me again!) the apathetic and appallingly apropos “Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Bloggers” (donations accepted).

Successful Blogger or Silly Scammer?

I’m up already!


I have been alive for roughly 1.5 Billion seconds. That’s about 1/5th of a second for every person on the planet that I have been drawing breath. While sleeping on average six hours a day, that leaves me awake for over 300 Million seconds. You’d figure that I would have more than enough time during the day to take care of all of my new-found Internet infamy? Well, you’d be wrong. Not about the time, I’ve got lots of that; it’s about the infamy. I don’t want it, but I sure would like the money that comes along with it. So, with that in mind, I have to wonder if James Patterson (the #1 book seller in the world) or Stephen King (‘nough said) would like a ghost writer? Baring that, maybe you could have a few friends take a read of my blog posts, that would help!

The building blocks of all life

Scientists are aware of what approximately 5% of the human DNA model is used for. That leaves 95% of DNA that is now considered as “junk DNA” simply because they don’t know what it’s used for. It could be the complete model of human life, of awareness, of inter-spacial knowledge. With full use, you live eternally, never sick. Or maybe you get egg roll. Who knows?

More scientists believe that a great, alien race of Sumatrans salted the earth with mankind to be used as slave labor in the gold mines for which they had come to our little blue planet, third from the sun, in order to steal our natural resources. Well, if they gave us life, I guess that’s a fair trade off. Funny thing is that if you take the word “God” out of the earlier Bibles and replace that with “Summatran” you get an eerily similar accounting.

What does this mean? Are we only using 5% of our overall potential? Imagine if we were to hit 100% of DNA understanding, and 100% usage of our brains as compared to the 10% maximum that the uber geniuses like Stephen Hawkins use. Just imagine the amazing blogs we could write! Or, with that much intelligence and control over our brains and bodies, maybe we would go back to living nomadic existences.


I thought this was about making money blogging?

Me too! Well, it’s also about not falling for work from home job offers and other similarly stupid scams and the poor souls who fall for them, because if you have to pay for work then you’re the customer victim.


The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

Actually, it’s about gaining followers. And, not just any followers, but those who will read your posts daily, and buy things from the advertisers on your posts. That involves finding a niche follower who, on average, have disposable income for spontaneous purchases.

For people who like to make money off of people who are senile, grieving or otherwise susceptible, you just maybe should be nicer to people with things like this in existence…  (it’s a safe video, checked with Kaspersky, Windows and Norton).


Just how long am I going to have to wait?

Some people stop blogging after a few months of not gaining any social stature within the 10,000+ hit club…

Line up! get it?


If they’d just stuck with their goals, you never know. It takes just one great blog post to go viral in order for a blogger to taste the sweet nectar of the advertiser email.


“Hey, you. You. Yes, you! Wanna make $25?”.

You may get enticed by cheap offers, but if you hold out, or make an intelligent enough of a counter offer, you should be able to make at least $250 per month for a viral blog post, per advertiser. The different advertisers will have different rules and rates, but the average viral blog will have at least 4 – 8 advertisements. If just one reader in every 1,000 makes a purchase at the advertiser’s offered site. Oops! A catch.


There’s a sucker born every minute

Fish on!

As P. T. Barnum infamously stated, there’s a sucker born every minute. That’s what email scammers are counting on. The same idiom goes for “companies” that market “real jobs working from home”. Scams. You’re the fish, they the fisherman. Don’t nibble, you might get hooked.


How do I get ahead?

If you are to taste the nectar of success, it takes hard work,. You have to try, repeatedly, to make a successful blog series that catches people’s eyes. Think of the 32-yr old virgin male still living in his mom’s basement. He’s had a good life, but wants to settle down. When he gets lucky, he brings the girl home to meet ma. First mistake. It’s like selling out to the first advertiser who offers you a pittance, or a chance at earning from their revenue sharing programs.


If you try hard enough, you just might fail miserably!

Try and try again

Just as that 32-yr old will eventually figure out how to seal the deal with a real, non-inflatable girl by taking her to the best hotel in town, getting the penthouse suite and the best champagne, chocolate covered strawberries and aromatic bubble bath, the average blogger will eventually figure out how to make money. They just need to learn from their mistakes, and take each in stride as they come.

Now, the problem happens to be the amount of money that you can expect to make (not much).  If you have a day job, don’t give it up the same day you get accepted into the AdSense revenue program.


Did you say hard work?

Aw, come on! I thought I could write 5 to 10 blogs and attain cult-like status! My mom even said that I was special!

If you went to school on a little bus, there’s a chance you could be using a lot less than 7% of your brain, an IQ under 120 (you get 80 just for standing upright!).  If you run some of those stupid scams that keep showing up in my inbox, you probably still do ride on the same bus, and pick on all of the 7 and 8 year old kids who are 2 grades ahead of you in middle school. And, you may be getting something more viral than a scam hoax email in return!

You silly scammer, you!

Can Online Article Writers Earn a Living Wage?

You Call This Living?

For the first few years that article collection and distribution sites, otherwise known as article mills were paying writers for knowledge based articles, many writers were finding that they could, indeed, make over $500 a week writing constantly, as long as they were writing quality content. If you could post 2 articles an hour, and receive $15 per article plus revenue share (RS), and that RS then earning you another $10 to $25 per article per month, after having a few thousand articles in your portfolio you could start making really good money. Problem was that the word got out (the sites advertised).

Steadily, his bank account rose by pennies a day.

Thousands upon thousands of new “writers” join up. Content gets crappier. More good writers leave in disgust. Shareholders shiver in sheer fear. New owners get confused, decide to offer $1 upfront payment for some articles, half of what used to be offered. But with a major decline in monthly revenue share income, the beginning of the end for good writers supplying writing sites with quality content is at hand.




Hold on, I’m getting there.

Why did these article mills have to go and advertise that if you could write, you could earn a great, sustainable income? All of a sudden the ranks of writers swelled, and the quality of content tanked. Writers who were making a few hundred a month were now making a few bucks a month, and the exodus began. Now, most of these sites are filled with sup-par writers, and the few writers who need the money so bad that they just hang in there, taking whatever they can get.

But, on the flip-side of this coin, there are writers at Helium who earn over $50,000 a year! Gads, wish I were one of them!

Is it just the plummeting revenues that causes many writers to leave these article mills, or are there other reasons? There are many people on social networking sites that have nothing but bad things to say about these sites and the writers, newbies and hobbyists who submit content to said sites. With over 300,000 writers at alone, there is obviously a place for these sites on the internet and in society. Instead of bad mouthing the sites and contributors endlessly, why these people don’t just move on and get on with their sorry little lives is beyond this contributor.

Live and let live, write and let write.

But, with the quality of the content on these writing sites tanking, mostly due to the influx of people looking for ways to supplement their sub-living wage incomes, the better writers are now in position to earn more money on these sites. When publishers look for filler material for the magazines, e-books, websites and whatnot, and they find a few good writers who can write what they require, those writers are gobbled up by the publishers to submit content on a regular basis to them directly.

Can a writer earn a living wage doing this? Most definitely. But, be aware that only those writers who can submit quality content on a regular basis are earning more than a few pennies a day, on a portfolio of over 1,000 articles.

Life As a Who Song: A Writer’s Tale

Love Reign O’er Me.


“Only love, can make it rain. The way the beach, is kissed by the sea. Only love, can make it rain. Like the sweat of lovers, lying in the field. Love, reign o’er me.”


Some say it’s a writer’s job to suffer. To taste the ultimate highs and the ultimate lows before putting pen to paper. Or finger to laptop (no, not lap top, laptop! The song’s about love, not lust – that’s “Teenage Daydream”). A writer needs to taste the hollows of emptiness, the sorrows of loss and the temptations of temptation. Bullshit!

No, writers are of two stripes; those who are born with the talent to strings words in a row, so that others hang upon each and every forthcoming…

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… word, and those who learn their craft through hard work and aspiration. (Yes, yes, perspiration too, don’t get pushy! I’m the one writing here…).

Writers write for song, movie, TV, magazines, newspapers. And, yes, blogs and even the odd article mill here and there. Some say that only the successful write what they want, because only the successful can afford to do so.

I write.

I write because I enjoy it. I write because I can. Well, some of you may argue that point. And, yes, I would fight for your right to be wrong.

But, let’s take a look at life through some Who songs, to see how life differs from now and when hippies ran naked through the streets, singing “Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya”.


Baba O’Reilly


“Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.”


Online websites that pay writers to submit content were doing very good business, and writers were making money just a couple of years ago. Writing sites like Helium, Yahoo! (used to be Creative Content) and Bukisa would pay writers a premium, upfront payment for every piece of work that they submitted. The good thing was that they were popular and they were making money. The problem was that they were popular and they were making money. See how that works? Something becomes popular, it sells (think Google, MySpace, Facebook). Something sells, someone needs to make a whack o’ cash, the second cousin of the whack a’ mole.

Websites get sold.

Shareholders ask, “Why?”

Writers make money writing articles online for websites. Writers earn less. Writers get mad. Writers leave, go write blogs. Forget about things like structure. Concentrate on getting point out. Authors digress. This one excels. Writers find blogs, start to earn money again. Hobbyists join websites. hobbyists make money writing articles online for websites. Hobbyists write crap. Shareholders get mad. Writers start to make more money. Is anyone in charge listening?

Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.


We Won’t Be Fooled Again.


“We’ll be fighting in the streets. With out children at our feet. And the morals that they worship will be gone.”


Morality in the 1960’s was basically making sure you had clean underwear in the glove box. Well, you sure weren’t wearing them. Just got in the way. Japan bombs Pearl Harbor. We went to war to fight the big bad commies who just wanted to control the world. Russia eyes Cuba for missile bases, just to get closer to us (that’s us as in US). Nobody was home. Cuban cigars can’t be bought in the USA (bay of pigs). A bunch of rather frugal peoples got slaughtered. We went to war. There was this little genius (no, really!) who had syphilis (happens) and a little mustache. Turns out he had a little problem with the people some blame for killing the son of their God. He put them into fenced-in camps (no, not summer camps) and experimented. Turns out he was bat-shit crazy, but oh, how the people loved him. North Korea didn’t get the message. Neither did Iran.

We won’t be fooled again. Promise.


“Why should I care? Why should I care?

Girls of fifteen, Sexually knowing.
The ushers are sniffing, Eau-de-cologning.
The seats are seductive, Celibate sitting.
Pretty girls digging, Prettier women.

Magically bored, On a quiet street corner.
Free frustration, In our minds and our toes
Quiet stormwater, M-m-my generation.
Uppers and downers, Either way blood flows.

Inside, outside, leave me alone. Inside, outside, Nowhere is home.

Inside, outside, where have I been? Ought of my brain, on the 5:15.”

For the last 5 years, Charlie Sheen (yes, that Charlie Sheen, drinker of tiger blood, lover of twins) was the highest paid actor in all of television. Even the CBC if you can believe that! Heck, he made more money than CBC did over the past 5 years. Charlie does a lot of drugs (Jim Morrison quantities). Charlie goes bat shit crazy. Sorry, Charlie, only the best Tuna for Fox! Mennn. At 5:15pm on December 22, 2012, the Mayans predicted that he would finally become sober from the binge he was at in 1998. Charlie then realizes what he did, how much money he threw out the window. He could’a bought some accessory children, just like Brangelina do. But, no, he preferred to live outside of his brain, whether on the train, on a plane, or driving his supercharged Ferrari.

This year, look for a sad funeral, with Tuna salad sandwiches to follow.


My Generation


“I’m not trying to cause some big sensation. I’m just talking about my generation.”


This is what I am doing. Now. You’re actually reading what I wrote. I typed fast, though, so if you happen to be a slow reader, call me, I’ll slow down. in case you missed it, I;m writing about my generation. Actually, almost all of my blogs do likewise.


The Kids Are Alright.


“I don’t mind, other guys dancing with my girl. That’s fine, I know them all pretty well.”


One big difference in social issues, aside from turning on, tuning in and dropping out was that in the 1960’s, when The Who, David Bowie, Queen and The Grateful Dead  were redefining acid rock, pretty young things were experimenting with their sexuality as much as they were with drugs, music and, thanks to geniuses (literally) like Jim Morrison, poetry.

When people shared, they really shared. Personal protection used to be a can of mace and a switchblade. Pretty young things carried copies of Jack Kerouac’s “On the road”. Testosterone toughies were singing along to Surf City… “Two girls for every boy”. Dreams of Shannon Tweed danced in their heads.


Who Are You?


“I woke up in a Soho doorway, a policeman knew my name. He said “You can go sleep at home tonight, if you can get up and walk away.””.


Okay. There were a few problems during the 60’s and 70’s. It wasn’t perfect. Close, though. Sex was rampant, pot was rampant, music was phenomenal. Now, the bad things. Too much time spent partying meant that a great portion of the working force now had the IQ of an Australian ding-bat. The term “natal alcohol syndrome” was coined. The best rock and roll minds of all time died. Think Elvis, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Buddy Holly and the rest of the cast of the Day the Music Died.

Yet still, when I hear Roger Daltry ask me “Who the fuc# (that # is actually a k) are you?” I still respond…

“A fan. A die-hard hippie, but, mostly, a fan.”

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