Return From The Actual Depths Part Three

7:25AM, Tuesday. It is time that I went back to work. High time.

Mrs Iago and yours truly have a game plan, one which I hope is not too untoward.

Her current income is nothing to scoff at, yet it is going to be no more. She is to become "domestic", learn yoga, teach me her new moves to revamp my own previous yogic synergy, go shopping . . . .

Uh, not that last part. I mean I think not, but maybe we were not on the same page of our game plan when that tidbit floated to the surface. So go game plans, but nevertheless this coming May may see an upsurge in my traffic exchange results at any rate. You see, Mrs Iago is going to join me in My Internet Business . . . although she still thinks that it is "just" my internet business.

Where to start her off is the dilemma now facing said yours truly. By getting familiar with the traffic exchanges? By looking into the Ewen Chia stuff? By jumping right into My Internet Business? My traveling about to all the computer cram schools for kids to tout GDI? By working on her own GDI site? By taking the garbage out? That has to be done too, and at the proper hour, after the guy rides by on his one-speed bicycle ringing the bell.

By promoting MIB to people in Taiwan, both on and offline? Hmm, maybe. So in that case yes she should immerse herself in it first. Then we compile a list, but not one of those "the money's in the list" lists. No, this here list is gonna be a list of ---

Okay, yeah.

7:50AM.

Think, the Bureau of Foreign Trade. Small and medium entrepreneurs looking to find out what the Intrepid Netrepreneur has to offer and more than willing to sign on. I like that, that's good. Relationships fused via communicative clarity consultancy between English and Chinese. This might work. Face-to-face interaction? Confidence building or too early to tell . . . .

I'm not quite at the Actual Surface as of yet, but at least I am not walking with the flounders, either. And Blogspot just told me: "Draft auto saved at 7:56 AM"

Initial immersion in all things MIB. A possible approach to the untowardness.

Return From The Actual Depths Part Two

The Bourne Supremacy has Jason looking at Landy through a sniper scope and talking about being pulled in. "She's standing right next to you," he sez. It's playing on cable across the living room behind me. I love these flicks.

Mrs Iago is talking at/with me from around the corner in the kitchen while she cuts veggies lovingly.

I am making stabs at updating my My Internet Business business strategies and the stats on said strategies. Why haven't I attended to this earlier, one might conjecture? But wait a minute, I gotta check out what Bourne is up to . . .

. . . and Mrs Iago wants to know what I think.

Back in Part Three, methinx.

Return From The Actual Depths Part One

Well, it's Monday early evening and I chose, along with the good Mrs Iago, to go the pigeon beer route over the weekend and neither of the Iagos ventured away from Shulin and into our respective normal office hours today. It's marital bliss to blow off work together.

The Actual Depths

A little bit of this and a little bit of that just getting in the way, that's all it is. Nothing serious, nothing to write home about, but maybe something to write about in this here Chaos Chasm blog. That is, it is once again the end of a weekday week type of time progression, yes, it's Friday, and late afternoon at that, and within a few I'll be heading off into the depths of the city, the actual deep depths, far below the surface, as in, the Metro, and a few minutes after that little commute, I'll be changing to the railway, still underground, until I emerge across town at street level on my way to little old Global Village and a two-hour stint pretending to actually be helping some folx think that they are improving their English language communication skills.

So, what of it? Well, once this 7-to-9 "class" has expired, I will be getting back on the railway for a thirty-minute ride to the little burg of Shulin in the southwestern sector of the Taipei County Basin to get home to get back on my home computer (which is at home, by the way) and then finally get busy filling y'all in on what's what with My Internet Business. Or maybe I'll drink that luscious ale in the pigeon bottle and watch HBO until 5 in the Satmorn. We'll just have to wait and see . . .

SocNet Sanctioning

Pimp Myspace delivers a MySpacer's delight, a cornucopia of sweetmeats, rainbow jellies and licorice sticks, mind candy for the socnet soul.

But more on that later. Guess what I just did. I came across another blogspot blog which I misconstrued was involved with My Internet Business, began posting madly to, and then realized that it was for some totally other "online op".

So, in my fourth and final posting, I wrote this ---

---------------------------------------------------

Iago de Otto said...

Oh my good Lord! Bloody hell!! What a boner I have pulled. Woe is me.

All this time during my other postings on this blog I thought everyone was on the same page and it turns out that I am in the wrong book.

I mean, maybe this My Internet Business, which is not actually My Internet Business, is better than my internet business, which is My Internet Business. Maybe not. It is too early for me to know and too late for me to find out what this My Internet Business that isn't my internet business which is My Internet Business is all about. I mean, like I care. After all, I just spent a whole bunch of valuable time posting to this blogsite thinking that it was connected to the My Internet Business which is, well, you know what it is and which is which now, don't you? Man, am I glad we got that cleared up. I am sooo embarrassed.

April 21, 2008 10:16 AM

---------------------------------------------------

And that's pretty funny. More about Pimp Myspace later. It is a Web 2.0 social networking platform thingee, which I am gonna start referring to just as socnet, is that's okay with you. Thanx in advance.

Spiders

Okay, fifteen minutes remain before I am outta here, the office, and heading back home. But I just clicked through to register, for free I might add, for the SpiderWeb Marketing System. I paused the video that introduces it at the point where it explains how to log in to the SWMS back office in order to type this paragraph. Isn't that interesting?

The point is, I now have another point of reference in the online marketing soup, another item, another ingredient, thrown into the mix, more to study and learn in order to reduce what I have to do, which makes a whole lot of sense, ha ha . . . .

Earlier I was dealing with BeBiz once again, it's been a while, in order to set up a landing page or whatever it's called, whether a "home page" or a "squeeze page" or a "lead capture" page, but it got into some areas that found my brain getting sleepy and my mind getting foggy, the middle of the afternoon and all that after getting up at around 5 in the AM. Right now the pleasant-sounding gentleman on SWMS's first video is telling how to set up an Adwords account. But golly gee heck-a-roo, boys and girls, it's 6pm, and I am, as mentioned beforehand, outta here. Should be back at the ranch within the hour I guess.

I Sold Your Toe

Making an opt-in page for CashBlasterPro using TrafficWave. Once I finally found the link to make these little websites I was a happy camper with TrafficWave. There was a period there where I was sure that I clearly remembered that there was a way in TW to set these MFs up but couldn't quite recall where I had seen that link lying around inside good old TW, which I have grown quite fond of, like a nephew. Yeah. I think, like a nephew. Not like an uncle or a grandmother. Well, maybe not like a nephew exactly, maybe more like a favorite Volkswagen Bug in high school, but maybe I am saying too much here . . .

. . . and did I tell you guys that I really like TrafficWave?

And yeah and so like I'm gonna send encouragement to MY LIST to go CBPro. Rah! Rah!

I told you so.

I told you I was throwing stones at CBP to encourage its resiliency.

I didn't tell you that? Okay, I didn't tell you that. It probably's one of those thing that just happens in your mind, know what I mean. Let's forget the whole thing.







Where was I? Working on My Internet Kazillionaire Business, wasn't I?