So many letters, so little content

On my way to work this morning, I was thinking about what to blog about today. My employer would go crazy if he knew where my head was – or my heart was. I mean, he rents my time; when he pays me, I work and think about work. When off, I am not thinking about work. And truthfully, half the time when I am at work, well, other things go through my mind.

Promotions are not always good
Okay, I made a stupid move recently. Employer promoted me, and I accepted the promotion. See – before, I could do my job in about 2 hours per day. So on an hourly basis, I was making good money. The other six hours were mine. If I was more motivated, I could probably have performed some moneymaking activities to take advantage of these hours. I could rent out my desk – but you know, I think employer might have questions if they saw a "want ad" with the company number advertising the space. Also, when he saw someone else sitting in the desk every day, well, I am sure after some time, he would put two and two together, and at least figure out that it did not add up; I am not certain he would ever guess four.

I mean, the easiest thing to do is start some sort of online business. Not sure I am committed enough to sell stuff on Ebay. I would have to find crap to sell, take digital pictures of it, glow flowingly of the crap I want to unload, and ship the stuff. I hate shipping stuff, so this scheme does not play to my strengths.

Online porn? Nah, too close to blogging.

In short, there are no good moneymaking activities that play to my strengths.

But you know what, this is all water under the bridge because I took my $2K promotion. So instead of working two hours, I work six, and I get $2K for the other four hours. Project that out for the year, and I make $1.92/hour for those hours of work, yet I am working three times as many hours. This is sort of reverse leveraging my talents. Not a good thing.

Filler
Okay, if you have not abandoned the page yet, you may not know I have absolutely nothing to say today. I sometimes wish I did not have OCD, so that I could not post when the posts are going to bomb. But instead, I drive traffic away from this site. Good think I don't care what most people think.

Bad URLs
In January, I found some URLs that probably should never have been created. Well, it is not that they are porn sites that try and trick people to visit (when the Internet was still fairly new, how many of us visited the White House at whitehouse.com (intentionally no link), and instead of going to the White House's site, you went to the other White House's site (some gay porn site).

Well the following sites have really bad URLs:

http://www.whorepresents.com
Which is it, "who represents" or "whore presents"? You know, whore presents "guy with the biggest shlong" or "guy spewing on whore breasts. No, this is a site that focuses on finding who represents whom. Like I trust a site with such sucky PR to find PR people.

http://www.penisland.net
Okay, I was hoping this linked to Penis Land. I really was. I theme park full of phallic images, rides and statues. What an awesome girl vacation – talk about lay over! But alas, it is for Pen Island, a site to purchase pens. And, yes, they are surprised that someone has started vulgar spam that uses their domain. Imagine that.

http://www.therapistfinder.com
Now, is this "the rapist finder" or Therapist finder"? And if I had some real sexual dysfunction and needed a therapist, would this URL just scare the crap out of me?

http://www.molestationnursery.com
Why would "Mole station nursery use this URL? I mean, are you catering to pedophiles who enjoy gardening? This is one of those that you just don't want to think about.

Mission Accomplished
Sadly, I have done it. I have written an entire blog entry and discussed nothing. Ironically, also, I have noticed that many people have been talking about the lack of substance in blogland lately. It seems I have added to this minutia today. I blame this on the school systems – seems we blame everything from the teenage pregnancy rates to gun violence on our schools. Might as well blame this as well. Oh, and let's pay our teachers a pittance as well, because we know that children are our future. Oooops, guess we are already doing that.