King Con

So, we could do with a bit of an update, couldn't we, gang?

Where to begin? Where to end, for that matter?

How about with My Net Biz. My new GDI website. Yeah, I was surprised to score this domain name. The full URL is --- http://www.mynetbiz.biz

It is, you know, in the making, but I'm thinking of it as a portal into My Internet Business for one. I hope that the "hint for the clueless" does not offend. All in good fun, say, wot?

I will be looking at fleshing out the various pages with irreverently relevant content per is my style, in hopes that said "humors" waft well on the Net. If my content is gonna hafta be king, it is going to be a funny king, one with a sense of the absurd. My content king will be the joker in its own court. That's the plan, anyway. And if you don't laugh, the king will cut off your head. Only in jest though.

So there's that.

And then there's this, Qassia. First, what a great combination of letters to form a word. Does it mean something or merely represent it? I like the feel of the word as it rolls off my palate and springs off my tongue with that little huff of breath. Way cool.

More wayly cool even is that Qassia runs right up my alley in terms getting Net-coverage of content. It's about reading and writing and I like to do both.

Throw The First Stone

Panic? Did I panic? Are you thinking that I panicked, that I am the panicky type? Well, I gotta say this about that.

Nay. Nyet. Not. It is not true. I was just . . . mucking about.

Okay, okay so I'm a hypocrite. I'm a hypocritical oaf and should take the Hippocratic Oath, I get you. But be that as it may, I am happy to see the false-flag alarm of the early demise of CashBlasterPro, despite the chills of scam scare that run up my spine each time I come into contact with these words strung together as a legit biz domain name, run its wayward course.

That's right, boys and girls, CBP is still on its feet. No nonsense like that 403 doohickey popping up today. Now, the question lurks, ought I to pen a news brief on this and throw it to the cyber winds?

Okay, 12:55 in the PM, this tells me to get my butt to the office. More on this in a bit. Toodle-loooooooo . . . .