The Cost of Doing Business
Published December 29th, 2011 | 
Even Danica Patrick in a bikini couldn’t help GoDaddy.com when the famous Internet company thought it was a good idea to support SOPA. Thousands of GoDaddy clients banded together to show the domain registrar exactly who’s wearing the man boots and who’s wearing womens boots by organizing a boycott. In a span of a few days, GoDaddy lost over 20,000 accounts when the disgruntled protesters transferred their domains to other registrars. GoDaddy blinked and withdrew its support for the Stop Online Piracy Act. It goes to prove that if you want to change minds don’t waste your time with marches and impassioned pleas to politicians who couldn’t possibly give a fuck about your interest. No . . . you want change, then cost the motherfuckers lots of money. Make’em bleed cash. See how fast they cave.
I’ve Lost My Mojo
Published December 28th, 2011 | When I was a little kid I dreamed about being a rock star. Even now, I sometimes daydream about standing on stage rocking out with my guitar and a boss gt 6. It’s a nice fantasy. But that’s all it is. I can’t play a lick of music. I’ve had lessons. Clarinet. Guitar. I don’t have even a little bit of musical talent. Can’t sing. Can’t dance. And I don’t play an instrument.
But from an early age, I had what my dear old Ma calls “a way with words.” I dreamed of becoming a successful writer. The rock star dream is a pipe dream — just something to entertain myself once in awhile. The writing dream at least had a reasonable chance of coming true. Except I haven’t written a poem in almost two years and I haven’t written a piece of fiction in almost a year. Though I’m loathe to admit it (and I hate the term anyway), I’m suffering from writer’s block for the first time in my life. I know this inability to write has nothing to do with writing and everything to do with a profound loss of confidence. Lots of really shitty things have happened to me these last several years and it’s just caught up to me. I’ve lost my mojo and do not know how to get it back. I’ve tried the usual tricks to get myself writing again. Free writing. Themes. I’ve even tried hypnosis. Nothing. I fear that I’ve lost my way permanently. What if that’s the case? What will I do?
Gold 4 Cash
Published December 1st, 2011 | I’m so broke, I’m getting desperate for cash. Saw this add in the paper for this place that buy gold coins, jewelry, etc. A friend of mine who’s in a similar pickle money-wise told me he gold a few hundred dollars for a piece of gold jewelry. I don’t have a treasure of jewelry or coins laying around, but I did have a class ring. Should be around here somewhere, although I haven’t worn it in twenty years and don’t know exactly where it is. Before the end of the month, I’ll be tearing the place apart looking for it. It ought to be worth something.
