The Fugitive

And what happened to My Internet Business? Well, nothing happened to it, it's doing fine, very fine I imagine, without yours truly, not that I have left it, no, it's just the case of the kids neglected in the back seat of the car parked temporarily outside the small casino in Reno while the folx bop off for a quick run with the one-armed bandit. The kids still grow up to become reasonably sane and responsible adults on their own as long as no one ambles along and messes with their minds while ma and pa are at play. Not that I am in parental mode of authority over My Internet Business, no, not that. Yes, I am the daddy of My Net Biz, which kid is still in the back seat along with Cousin Chaos Chasm.

Crawl Before You Weave

It's always a pleasure to discover another well-written blog that provides useful stuff, don't you think? Well, click on the title of this posting and you will find such an event, and this baby fills you in on Spidey in great detail.

Mia Mama Millennium Addendum

And so, what was that important thing that is mentioned in the Mia Mama Millennium posting? Well, it isn't this ---



But that is pretty cool anyway. However, no, it's not that. What it was is this --- recently I realized that at the top of a Blogspot blog there is a little button entitled "Next Blog". I had a sneaking suspicion of what this means, and upon clicking that baby I found out that my suspicion was well-founded. Yes, clicking that little button will take one to another Blogspot blog. How clever!

So, by clicking away on the little button the opportunity to view and perhaps comment on other blogs becomes remarkably apparent, and that is how I came across 21st Century Capitalism, which is one Mia's blog, as well as being said Mia's website, both of which in their unique manner seem devoted primarily to, you guessed it me buckaroo! --- Internet marketing.

And as the astute among ye have undoubtedly ascertained, Mia is a mama.

Mia Mama Millennium

Why do I keep doing this? Continually continuously contiguously expanding my little online empire. This time it is something being called CBProAds. Again, kinda like that pic reminding yours truly of Mrs Iago down below (Don't look too far, you'll be looking at your feet.), I couldn't resist, but this time it was a "discounted" purchase for a full-year "Pro" upgrade, and I don't think that "Pro" stands for "Profound". I think it stands for "Profane". Can't quote me on that though. It couldn't possibly stand for "Professional", that would be just too . . . obviously a half truth. The true professionals in life claim only to be perfeshunnul. It's a pride kind of thing.

Anyway, I still haven't completely floated my way around the back office of my new purchase, but as one might speculate, it is Clickbank related. I think that the "CB" part of CBProAds stands for Completely Baffled, though. Nonetheless, it is yet another avenue for the Intrepid Netrepreneur to attain the status of Internet kazillionaire, an event that is about to happen any moment now if we are all just patient enough in a wu-wei sort of manner.

But none of this is the reason for today's blog posting on Chaos Chasm II. Nosireebob, not by a long shot. Unfortunately, that's all I have time for right now. Hardy har har with catsup, or ketchup if you prefer. Did you know that there are two spellings for this condiment because it is a transliteration from a Chinese dialect? What?!?! You did!! Ah, shucks . . . .

Match Point

The game plan yours truly, the Intrepid Netrepreneur at Chaos Chasm, Iago de Otto, and Mrs Iago, have formulated, purportedly, kicks into action, purportedly, tomorrow, Sunday the Fourth of May in the Gregorian Calendar Year Twenty-Oh-Eight, the Roll-around Year of the Rat, to reign in these cyber gremlins in the family online soup of viral network marketing shenanigans.

But then there is the matter of the first-born rugrat (speaking of the Rat Year) of the elder twin of Mrs Iago and the undetermined first-time visit of this kid's aunt and uncle. As Mrs Iago is only of recent note on this splendid spring late-mid afternoon actually arising to meet the day, or what's left of it, or perhaps her game plan for right now is to more casually just greet the approaching evening and ask what's for dinner, we have not adjusted the launch hour of tomorrow's truly large game plan. As Mr V is known to note, so it goes . . .

. . . but speaking of speaking of, the first conference call ( I think it was the first, or at least the first "official" one, or whatever, that doesn't really matter) of the father and son team giving a more in depth look at Cash Blaster Pro, which is for sure a silly rabbit name --- Harvey is a much better rabbit name; but I digress, or maybe I was just hallucinating, but anyway, CBP's hour-long conference call is now up for a relistening in the CBP back office. Although it was just Dad and Son Robert --- I came in to the concall a few minutes late and did not get Daddy's name, Robert just called him "Dad", which I though was . . . sweet --- it does look like this is Barnum and Bailey under the Big Tent. The new chore, let's call it a "task", is to get fourteen direct level oners into my back office stats before CBP's big launch, speaking of rocket ships, on July First of said same Rat Year. I currently see five peeps in my "team".

I gotta email my team!!!!!!!!!!!

Ye gads, do I ever neglect my duties.

Such as, besides prioritizing, also including sending out a press release to a bunch of places that deal with press releases. In the CBP back office there is a nice one ready made but it looks like it requires using html code. At least I think it's html code, but it very well could be php, but I gotta tell you, concentrating on CBP is as escalating as fighting with cops doing PHC. Uh, I don't mean that the cops are doing, uhhh --- sorry, sorry. Where was I?

Okay, I gotta get off this blog for a bit and go look for that pre-written list of things to do that I was gonna type up and save in a file in a folder on my hard drive in --- well, okay, I didn't decide that part yet, where to save this list of priorities, but I'll get to that in a minute, just as soon as I, um, I , okay, ahh . . . hold on a sec, I'll be right back.

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.

The Dynamic Fantastic

I couldn't resist. When an email from a long lost love of an affiliate relationship that I keep forgetting about sent its monthly or whenever report on my sales stats that have yet to surpass the zero symbol of financial success into one of my gmail accounts, I clicked on through to this almost forgotten and definitely neglected mindtech software site Deep Trance to circumnavigate its waters and was delightfully stunned to find this waiting for me all innocent-and-natural-like.

What's a lad to do?

Well, this lad was reminded of Mrs Iago by the pool in Bali in March on shrooms. I know, that might seem silly, but that is what it reminded me of. Not so much anymore now that I am getting used to it, but it does put me into a kind of trance.

But anyway, that is not what today's posting is concerning. No, a new screaming seagull is screaming for my attention and calling attention to my prioritization issues scenario that I'm gonna star in eventually in a new Nick Jackelson flick, which is what Mrs Iago calls Jack because, well, she gets his name mixed up. Go grrrl!

No, today's message has to do with a new membership sight being operated by four fantastic fellows by the names of John Delavera, Jeremy Gislason, Simon Hodgkinson and JP Schoeffel. Their new baby goes by the cyber address moniker of Dynamic4Marketing.com.

So, you get it? Dynamic Four. Fantastic Fellows. Fantastic Four. The Dynamic Fantastic. Do you follow my clever logic? Okay, maybe it is slightly quantum, but none of that matters anyway anymore than that bikini-clad babe at the beginning of this piece of --- uh, wait a minute . . . I was, uh . . . oh, yeah . . . Jessica Alba --- no! it was, I almost got it now, it's . . . .

Ah, shit, it's gone. Now I have gotta scroll back up and see what I was talking about. Dammit, Jim.

You know, yours truly the Intrepid Netrepreneur is one you can truly trust to know and to expose the truth about online home-based entrepreneurialistic challenge: "It's hard work," if I may quote His Petulancy the Pretzeldent, Incurious George II.