Sunday, December 31, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Season's greetings from your old friend Santa!
My, oh, my, only 12 nights left until Christmas Eve! Things are getting so close now, we can hardly contain ourselves here at the North Pole. And from the looks of it, my young friend, we're not the only ones set to burst! Why, Jolly Old Saint Nick hasn't seen a Yule log this lit in ages!
Now, don't be shy. You know what Santa's talking about. You just couldn't wait to open your present this year, could you? Ho, ho, ho! Dear child, I saw you masturbating!
And it hasn't been just once either! Oh, no! Santa's seen you at least twice splashing away in the bathtub, three times in the attic with one of your mother's old art-history books, and more times than even he can count spread out like a stunned partridge on that beanbag chair of yours!
Why, old Santa might just have a heart attack if he popped out your chimney on that cold winter's night and, instead of milk and cookies, found his dear little pen pal shamefully hunched over the family computer.
Oh, what a naughty, prolific rascal you've been!
You see, dear lad, Santa's been keeping a list. Just like the one you keep in your head of all your favorite classmates. The one you've checked so much more than twice. Except when Santa thinks about his list, he doesn't rub his crotch feverishly against the smooth contours of his writing desk. Ho, ho, ho!
I must say, the sights you conjure up while you lie in your bed have even Santa Claus scratching his head. I doubt any of the high-school cheerleaders have ever even set foot inside a boiler room before, never mind done anything like that!
And other things—other terrible, frightful things. If your outlandish fantasies didn't make me quake with disgust, I'd say you were the most creative child in the world.
Is it Clara? Is that who you think about when you rub yourself raw? Ho, ho, ho! Why she doesn't even know your name, dear child! You didn't really think you had a chance with her, did you? A pretty girl like that? But your face—it's covered in pockmarks, for goodness sake!
Don't cry now, little one. I'm sure some of the Barbie dolls you steal from your sister's room find you very attractive. I bet they hardly even notice your embarrassing stutter, or that pungent and sickly body odor of yours. Or even how pathetic you really are, my child. What a sad, lonely, feeble little shit you are, and how your life—your wretched little life—will be filled with failure after failure, both personal and professional, until the stench of disappointment and heartbreak grows so strong that you'll barely be able to breathe.
Well, it looks old Santa has to get back to work! Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night—except you, you sick little fuck!
Stolen shamelessly from http://www.theonion.com/content/node/56321
Posted by Shankar Pandiath at 7:46 PM
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
December 8, 2006
As the sun sets over Cairo, the streets are eerily quiet.
Just a few years ago, the hillsides from Luxor to Giza would have been buzzing with the familiar sounds of tomb doors creaking open and bones snapping under the methodical shuffling of a slow, catatonic gait. But the telltale signs of Egypt's indigenous mummy population have fallen silent recently, and the fearsome creatures that once lurched freely across the Valley of the Kings are disappearing at an alarming rate.
If nothing is done, experts say, the Egyptian mummy will soon go the way of the Bavarian lycanthrope or the Transylvanian vampire, and vanish forever.
For more details.. http://www.theonion.com/content/node/56266
Posted by Shankar Pandiath at 11:20 AM
Friday, December 08, 2006
Gas-Bloated Americans Desperately Await Massive Antacid Airlift
In what has been called the largest gastrointestinal rescue effort in history, the United Nations allocated $1.2 billion in antacid relief yesterday for the indigestion-wracked nation of America.
"There is great suffering in America, where every day people face the terrible pain of stomach upset, heartburn, and problem gas," a statement released by the General Assembly read.
For more details.... CLICK HERE
Posted by Shankar Pandiath at 9:48 AM
Saturday, December 02, 2006
SYRACUSE, N.Y. - At least 600 people came down with a gastrointestinal illness after eating at a popular biker bar and restaurant, health officials said Friday.
Bacteria have been ruled out as the cause, meaning last weekend's outbreak linked to the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que is probably viral and could have spread through air particles, said Cynthia Morrow, health commissioner of Onondaga County.
For more details visit ... CLICK HERE
Now... 600 at a single shot... maaan must be one helluva virus...... anyway hope those guys tumble through...
Posted by Shankar Pandiath at 10:04 AM
Thursday, November 30, 2006
A construction worker on the 5th floor of a building needed a handsaw.
So he spots another colleague on the ground floor and yells down to him, but he can't hear him. So the worker on the 5th floor tries sign language.
He takes his left index finger.. and points to his eye meaning "I", then points to his knee meaning "need", then moved his hand back and forth in a hand saw motion.
The man on the ground floor nods his head, pulls down his pants, whips out his chop and starts masturbating.
The worker on 5th floor gets so pissed off he runs down to the ground floor and says, "What the f**k is your problem!!! All I needed was a hand saw!".
The other guy says, "I knew that! I was just trying to tell you - I'm coming!"
Monday, November 20, 2006
The last time I was inside a woman was when I was inside the Statue of Liberty.... says... Woody Allen
And if it weren't for pickpockets there, I'd have no sex at all.. says.. Rodney Dangerfield
Foolish man give wife grand piano, wise man give wife upright organ ..... says.... Confucius
Sunday, November 12, 2006
There was a businessman who was getting ready to go on a long business trip. He knew his wife was a flirtatious sort, so he thought he'd try to get her something to keep her occupied while he was gone, because he didn't much like the idea of her screwing someone else.
So he went to a store that sold sex toys and started looking around. He thought about a large sized sex doll, but that was too close to another man for him. He was browsing through the dildos, looking for something special to please his wife, and started talking to the old man behind the counter. He explained his situation, to the old man.
"Well, I don't really know of anything that will do the trick. We have vibrating dildos, special attachments, and so on, but I don't know of anything that will keep her occupied for weeks, except …" said the old man, and then he stopped.
"Except what?" asked the businessman.
"Nothing, nothing," said the old man.
"C'mon, tell me! I need something!" protested the businessman.
"Well, sir, I don't usually mention this, but there is the 'voodoo dildo,' the old man said.
"So what's up with this voodoo dildo?" the businessman asked.
The old man reached under the counter, and pulled out an old wooden box carved with strange symbols. He opened it, and there lay a very ordinary-looking dildo. The businessman laughed, and said, "Big f*cking deal. It looks like every other dildo in this shop!"
The old man said, "But you haven't seen what it'll do yet."
He pointed to a door and said "Voodoo dildo, the door."
The voodoo dildo rose out of its box, darted over to the door, and started screwing the keyhole. The whole door shook with the vibrations, and a crack developed down the middle. Before the door could split, the old man said, "Voodoo dildo, get back in your box!"
The voodoo dildo stopped, floated back to the box and lay there, quiescent once more.
The businessman said, "I'll take it!"
The old man resisted and said it wasn't for sale, but he finally surrendered to $700 in cash. The guy took it home to his wife, told her it was a special dildo and that to use it, all she had to do was say, "Voodoo dildo, my p*ssy."
He left for his trip satisfied things would be fine while he was gone.
After he'd been gone a few days, the wife was unbearably horny. She thought of several people who would willingly satisfy her, but then she remembered the voodoo d*ck. She got it out, and said "Voodoo dildo, my p*ssy!" The voodoo dildo shot to her crotch and started pumping. It was great, like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
After three orgasms, she decided she'd had enough, and tried to pull it out, but it was stuck in her, still thrusting. She tried and tried to get it out, but nothing worked. Her husband had forgot to tell her how to shut it off. So she decided to go to the hospital to see if they could help. She put her clothes on, got in the car and started to drive to the hospital, quivering with every thrust of the dildo. On the way, another orgasm nearly made her swerve off the road, and she was pulled over by a policeman. He asked for her license, and then asked how much she'd had to drink. Gasping and twitching, she explained that she hadn't been drinking, but that a voodoo dildo was stuck in her p*ssy, and wouldn't stop screwing.
The officer looked at her for a second, and then said,
Yeah, right.... Voodoo dildo..... my ass !
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
It's your first time.
As you lie back your muscles tighten.
You put him off for a while searching for an excuse, but he refuses to be swayed as he approaches you.
He asks if you're afraid and you shake your head bravely.
He has had more experience, but it's the first time his finger has found the right place.
He probes deeply and you shiver; your body tenses; but he's gentle like he promised he'd be.
He looks deeply within your eyes and tells you to trust him - he's done this many times before.
His cool smile relaxes you and you open wider to give him more room for an easy entrance.
You begin to plead and beg him to hurry, but he slowly takes his time, wanting to cause you as little pain as possible.
As he presses closer, going deeper, you feel the tissue give way; pain surges throughout your body and you feel the slight trickle of blood as he continues.
He looks at you concerned and asks you if it's too painful.
Your eyes are filled with tears but you shake your head and nod for him to go on.
He begins going in and out with skill but you are now too numb to feel him within you.
After a few moments, you feel something bursting within you and he pulls it out of you, you lay panting, glad to have it over.
He looks at you and smiling warmly, tells you, with a chuckle; that you have been his most stubborn yet most rewarding experience.
You smile and thank your dentist.
After all, it was your first time to have a tooth pulled out .......
For those of you who had ''sex and orgasm'' in their minds - shame on you !!
Don't worry your time will come !
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Article Courtesy : http://www.bbc.co.uk/crime/caseclosed/nickleeson.shtml
The week before Nick Leeson disappeared he kept throwing up at work.
Colleagues did not know why, but were soon to find out.
The ego of a 28-year-old trader on the Singapore Monetary Exchange and the greed and stupidity of a 233 year-old bank had combined to destroy an investment empire, and in the process stunned the world.
Nick Leeson's life started as a classic rags-to-riches tale. He was the working class son of a plasterer from a Watford council estate, who failed his final maths exam and left school with a mere handful of qualifications. Nevertheless, in the early 1980s, he landed a job as a clerk with royal bank Coutts, followed by a string of jobs with other banks. He finally settled up with Barings, where he quickly made an impression and was promoted to the trading floor.
Before long, he was appointed manager of a new operation in futures markets on the Singapore Monetary Exchange (SIMEX) and was soon making millions for Barings by betting on the future direction of the Nikkei Index. His bosses back in London, who viewed his large profits with glee, trusted the whizzkid. Leeson and his wife Lisa seemed to have everything: a salary of £50,000 with bonuses of up to £150,000, weekends in exotic places, a smart apartment and frequent parties. To top it all they even seemed to be very much in love.
The job of a derivatives trader is akin to a book maker once removed: taking bets on people making bet. Leeson started by buying and selling the simplest kind of derivatives futures pegged to the Nikkei 225 - the Japanese equivalent to the UK's FTSE 100.
At the time, the trader only had to put down a small percentage of the amount that was being traded. It was therefore easily possible for the money on the table to be exceeded many times by losses. However Leeson seemed to be infallible to Barings Chief Executives and by the end of 1993, he had made more than £10m - about 10 per cent of total profit that year.
Barings believed that it wasn't exposed to any losses because Leeson claimed that he was executing purchase orders on behalf of a client. What the company did not realise was that it was responsible for error account 88888, where Leeson hid his losses. This account had been set up to cover up a mistake made by an inexperienced team member, which led to a loss of £20,000. Leeson now used this account to cover his own mounting losses.
In a fatal mistake, the bank allowed Leeson to remain Chief Trader while being responsible for settling his trades, a job that is usually split. This made it much simpler for him to hide his losses.
By December 1994 the red ink hidden in account 88888 totalled $512million. Getting increasingly desperate Leeson bet that the Nikkei index would not drop below 19,000 points. At the time this seemed reasonable as the Japanese economy was rebounding after a 30 month recession. Then on the 17th January 1995, a devastating earthquake measuring 7.2 hit the Japanese city of Kobe.
The previously stable Nikkei index plummeted by 7% in a week. As the losses grew, Leeson requested extra funds to continue trading, hoping to extricate himself from the mess by more deals. Leeson was counting that there would be a post quake rebound and the Nikkei would stabilise at 19,000. There were no hedges, no bets the other way to protect Barings' huge exposures. There was no rebound. Over three months he bought more than 20,000 futures contracts worth about $180,000 each in a vain attempt to move the market. Some three quarters of the $1.3 billion he lost Barrings resulted from these trades. When Barings executives discovered what had happened, they informed the Bank of England that Barings was effectively bust.
Two days before his 28th birthday Nicholas William Lesson went missing from Singapore, on his desk he left a hurriedly scribbled not saying "I'm Sorry." He guessed he would be jailed for the fraud and in the hope of being locked up in the UK rather than the Far East - the couple went on the run. He went first to an exclusive resort in Borneo and then to Frankfurt.
The worlds most wanted man, on the cover of every newspaper, checked in on his flight to Europe using his own name and hiding beneath a baseball cap. The German authorities were alerted and the police were there to greet Leeson as he touched down. On the news of Leeson's arrest, cheers erupted in the worlds futures markets.
In his wake he had wiped out the 233 year-old Baring investment Bank, who proudly counted the Queen as a client. The 1.3billion dollars of liabilities he had run up was more than the entire capital and reserves of the bank. Investors saw their savings wiped out and some 1,200 of Leeson's fellow employees lost their Jobs. Dutch bank ING agreed to assume nearly all of Barings' debt and acquired the bank for the princely sum of £1.
Who was to blame? Leeson definitely. He pleaded guilty to forging documents and misleading SIMEX, but as the dust settled from the Barrings collapse, the famous line from the Watergate prosecution was asked, 'What did the President know and when did he know it?' Although there is no doubt about Leeson's deeds, could senior bank officials not have known of the rogue trader's actions?
The Bank of England concluded in its report, that the hot-shot trader managed to pull the wool over his superiors eyes until it was too late to save the bank. It was certainly a fact that most of the old school really never understood or cared to master the complexities of derivatives trading.
But Barings could not totally escape blame. An internal memo dated in 1993 had warned the London headquarters about allowing Leeson to be both trader and settlement officer, "We are in danger of setting up a system that will prove disastrous." Nothing was done. In January 1995 SIMEX expressed concern to the bank about Leeson's dealings, but to no avail as the bank still wired him $1billion to continue his trading. A report by the Singapore authorities into the collapse regards with disbelief the protestations by Leeson's superiors, all of who were forced to resign or were sacked, that they knew nothing of error account 88888.
What became of Leeson? After his arrest in Germany he spent a few fraught months trying to escape extradition to Singapore. He failed and in December 1995 a court in Singapore sentenced him to six-and-a-half years after he pleaded guilty to two counts of deceiving the bank's auditors and of cheating the Singapore exchange. Having served nearly nine months in Germany awaiting extradition, his sentence was backdated to March 2nd, 1995.
In jail, he is said to have exercised vigorously, "found God" and spent his days walking up and down, pacing away the time.
The fortunes of Leeson's personal life also seemed to mirror the peaks and troughs of his career. As if in a soap story, his wife Lisa got a job as an air hostess to be able to visit him regularly. She even helped him write his book, 'Rogue Trader'. Their marriage at first survived the strain of being apart. But what Lisa could not abide were his revelations of his infidelity with Geisha girls, so she divorced him. Her remarriage, to another City trader, served to further knock his spirit and he grew very depressed at losing his once devoted wife. Within months, Leeson was diagnosed as suffering from cancer of the colon, the disease that had killed his mother. He had successful surgery whilst in prison. From being a partying, good-time youngster who could abuse his body with heavy drinking, he was reduced to a ghost of a man.
He was released early, in the summer of 1999 and his return to the UK brought a realisation that the high life had been swept away; he was effectively homeless and without a job. Yet Leeson has proved his resilience and has been able to capitalise on his experiences. He made an estimated £50,000 from his book and the fee for newspaper serialisation is reported to be about three times that amount.
When the story was turned into a film 'Rogue Trader' starring Ewan McGregor, Leeson was thought to have received a considerable sum from the proceeds. His notoriety has also made him hot property on the conference circuit where he makes considerable sums speaking about his experiences.
"I don't think of myself as a criminal" Leeson said before he was tried in Singapore, he has always claimed he made no personal gain from his trading and was merely trying to cover losses.
Article Courtesy : http://www.bbc.co.uk/crime/caseclosed/nickleeson.shtml
Friday, September 15, 2006
The word "fuck" is actually an acronym. It dates back to the Good Old Days, when England was severely underpopulated due to the usual combination of fire/war/plague, and the King issued an official order to... well, fuck, to replenish the population.
When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King, the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The acronym for "Fornication Under Consent of the King was stamped on it... F.U.C.K.
Hence the phrase "Fornicate Under Command/ Consent of the King" passed into everyday language
---- A pig's orgasm can last up to 30 minutes.
---- In Lebanon, men are legally allowed to have sex with animals, but the Animals must be female. Having sexual relations with a male animal is punishable by death.
Taking the above three into consideration, reckon, any Lebanese guy based in England during the Middle Ages would definitely soutght out a pig or a female that resembled one ! No offense to anyone ... please..
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Overwhelmed by a constant deluge of prayers and appeals for salvation, Jesus Christ announced Monday the hiring of Tacoma, WA, customer-service supervisor Dean Smoler as Associate Christ.
I've been in need of an Assistant Savior for a long time now, and I'm thrilled to finally have one," Christ told reporters at a press conference aired on the Trinity Broadcasting Network. "Dean is an experienced guy who will really help ease my workload."
For more details... CLICK HERE
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
JEDDAH, SAUDI ARABIA—
With rumors swirling about Osama bin Laden's possible death from typhoid fever in Pakistan, Hamida al-Attas, the al-Qaeda leader's mother, said she is "worried sick" about her son and wished that he would send "some sort of sign" that he is alive.
"I can't sleep at night not knowing where he is," said al-Attas, clutching a framed eighth-grade school portrait of bin Laden in the living room of her Jeddah home.
"He could be dead in a ditch somewhere and I would have no idea," al-Attas added.
For more details... CLICK HERE
Posted by Shankar Pandiath at 9:37 AM
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
This is a common post I get to see in most blogs, followed by a lot of bulletins of repentance
Now, while I really don't know how, they got themselves banned, it is indeed sorry to note guys or ladies for that matter, repenting so much
As I said earlier While I don't know how they managed to get themselves into such a situation, it is better to leave that subject matter alone and if need be just give them some consolation, IF NEED BE.
Perhaps, everywhere it is the same story..
While no one likes to get banned or kicked out of anything sometimes you’ve just got to do it to see where the line is.
If you are really keen, push a little hard in a few too many directions at the same time and in no time you are sure to get whacked.
Bottomline... it is possible to get banned from myspace if you try hard enough.
A piece of advise...try staying within limits.
Posted by Shankar Pandiath at 6:28 PM
Friday, July 28, 2006
Great piece of advise and I reckon, he is absolutely right..
These are the main "NINE" things that drive you nuts, when you enter some pages...
- Don’t use insane colors that people can’t read without burning their retinas. (We’re an exception because we’re experts, so shaddup!)
- Don’t use busy background images. For example: spaghetti, rubble, porn, etc. This makes it hard to read any text on top and pisses me off. In fact, just don’t use images for your background because you’ll undoubtedly screw it up, fool.
- Don’t list your income. I repeat: Do not list your income. I can’t believe how many people do this! ....
For the rest of the article, click below link...
[Article Courtesy : http://myspace.com/worstof ]
Posted by Shankar Pandiath at 6:03 PM
Friday, July 21, 2006
In the latest (July) issue of Wired magazine, Rupert Murdoch claims that Google……could have bought MySpace three months before we did for half the price.
They thought, ‘It’s nothing special. We can do that.’”
So that means Google could have acquired MySpace a year ago for about $290 million.
Talk about a strategic blunder… the thought of Google and MySpace, combined, boggles the mind.
Instead, Google is left thinking of what could have been.
And to add insult to injury, it may turn out that not acquiring MySpace may end up being more expensive for Google!
As widely reported, MySpace is now the largest source of search traffic for Google, accounting for over 8% of their inbound traffic as of early May.
That essentially means that MySpace is responsible for about $400 million of Google’s annual revenues.
Knowing this, MySpace is trying to capitalize by holding an auction for its search business. If Google wins, it will end up sharing a significant percentage of that $400 million with MySpace… John Battelle thinks the split to MySpace will be close to 90%. And Google would need to pay it every year.
Needless to say, had Google acquired MySpace, no such payments would have to be made.
For more on this article, click below link
[Article Coutesy : Robert Young]
Now for some personal comments...
Yeah... in all management perspectives... it does seem and in fact may be a strategic blunder..
But for all big corporations, just like in politics, it is imperative to have a strong "so-called opposition" for their survival so as to retain their position..
Now, this is something most corporates or even politicians can afford, because if they slip.. they are history
When you can pay someone to retain their current position, don't you think that this is a small investment..
As they say, once you know your enemy, it is better to treat him as your friend... [not that they are enemies, but in this case it is the competiiotion]
Well.. who knows... it is too big for us to comprehend !!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Anybody happen to catch Nightline last night on ABC?
In case you didn't, one of the hot topics discussed was MySpace.
It is no secret to anyone who reads the newspaper or watches the 6 o'clock news that MySpace has been in the limelight because of "sexual predators" trying to "abduct and corrupt" the youth of the world.
To this I say Bullcrap!
Read more of this in Michelle's Blog... The link is given below
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Technorati is now tracking MySpace blogs, which means MySpace users can now claim their blogs on Technorati.
If you are a MySpace user and new to Technorati, the first thing you'll want to do is claim your blog. Basically, this means that you identify yourself to Technorati as the owner of your MySpace blog. It allows you to properly categorize your blog and receive a blog ranking.....
For more info on this, visit below link..
blog , technorati , myspace , myspace blogs
Friday, July 07, 2006
Some people, in fact a lot of people feel MySpace blogs are not blogs and they lack decent quality. Although I disagree with them, their points are debatable and sometimes convincing
Basically, they say that MySpace make the ultimate mistake of calling blog entries “blogs”.
To quote an article by Steve Rubel ..
[They are not “blogs”, they are “posts” or “entries”. “Blogs” are the collection of entries or posts. People don’t write journals. They write Journal entries. Likewise, captain’s don’t record logs…. They record log entries. So why do MySpacers think they are writing blogs? They are writing entries in their blogs, or writing entries for their blogs or even writing entries on their blogs, but they are not writing blogs...]
And now Technorati is indexing these guys as if they have the same credence as, say, Boing Boing or Steve Rubel.
Meeoow, surely some myspace bloggers won't take this lying down
Anyway, definitely myspace could do with an upgrade on their blog facilities..
For more on this article visit ..
[Article Courtesy : Steve Rubel ]
myspace blogs , technorati , boing boing
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Seems to be a lot of talk in the Blogosphere on Metrics since HitWise muddied the water with the MySpace - Yahoo comparison a couple of days ago.
Visitation to blogs continues to grow rapidly, showing a 56-percent increase during the past year
And just when Nielson came up with a study about podcasting and blogs Comscore comes out with a study showing the popularity of blogs.
The Comscore gives direct numbers of uniques
For more info on this, visit below link
[Article Courtesy : Marshall Sponder , Web Metrics]
Technorati Tags: blogs , technorati , myspace , hitwise , comscore
Friday, June 30, 2006
The dramatic success of those Internet categories is apparent from a recent online-traffic analysis provided by market research firm ComScore Media Metrix, which examined visitor growth rates among the 50 top Web sites over the past year.
Top-ranked sites growing the most, ComScore's data showed, were Blogger.com, a personal publishing site; MySpace.com, where young people do virtual preening and share musical tastes; Wikipedia, an open reference site jointly edited by millions of people; and Citysearch, a network of local guides focused on cities.
Basically, visits to Sites for Blogging, Local Information and Social Networks Drive Web Growth
A datasheet is on the right
Anyway, while the news is good for both myspace and blogger, I reckon myspace needs to upgrade their blogging facilities.
All the best for them
For more info, visit below link
[Article Courtesy: By Leslie Walker, Washington Post]
Technorati Tags: blogs , technorati , comscore , myspace , blogger , washingtonpost
Monday, June 26, 2006
MySpace’s friendly lawyers sent a cease and desist letter to David Weekly, the engineer who built SingleStat.us, demanding he take the site down and claiming that his “activities are causing and will continue to cause MySpace substantial and irreparable harm.”
For more info, visit below link
[Article Courtesy: Michael Arrington]
Thursday, June 22, 2006
People sure want a lot for $3 to $5, but I’m sure somebody is willing to provide it.
The below is extract of an article
I am looking for few freelance writers to write 700+ word keyword dense (2%) article / tutorial for me.
The tutorials/articles are all MYSPACE related, if you don’t know what’s myspace, this is not suitable for you......
For more info, click below link
[ Aricle courtesy : From Chuck Huckaby and Dane Carlson 's Blog ]
If you have been thinking about signing up and getting a free MySpace page for your business, you are looking in the right direction.
For further info.. click below link
[Article courtesy: Joe]
Sunday, June 18, 2006
One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate the building materials for his home.
She read, "...And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said, 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?'"
The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?"
One little boy raised his hand and said, "I know...he said---'Holy Shit! A talking pig!'"
The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes
Saturday, June 10, 2006
MySpace is on online social networking website that has literally taken the world by storm. This is because, in what seemed like no time at all, MySpace has grown to become one of the most popular online websites, in the entire world.The first step in joining this popular online social network is to register for an account.
This can be done in a matter of minutes.
Although you can view a number of different MySpace pages without registering, it is advised that you do. Registration will allow you to not only create your own MySpace page, but enjoy many of the other features that can be found on the site. What you may like most about MySpace is that it is completely free to use.
Once you join MySpace, you can create your own profile page. Although this is optional, it is the best way to communicate with others and make new friends. To make the experience easier, MySpace has a fairly large collection of profile templates. These templates not only have an impact on the background of your profile page, but the text fonts as well. In addition to using the pre-designed templates, you can also create your own, especially if you have basic knowledge of HTML.
After you have created your own MySpace page, you can easily search for others. You can search for others with a wide variety of different keyword phrases. If you are looking for someone who lives near you, you can search for your town. If you are looking for someone who shares your love of animals, you can search for pet lovers. Once you have found the MySpace page of someone who you would like to become friends with, you can invite them to join your network.
In addition to inviting others to join your network, there is a good chance that you will be invited to join others. Although MySpace has been in the media because of its popularity, attention has been given to the popular social networking website, attention it probably didn’t wish that it had received. With MySpace, as well a large number of other networking sites, Internet safety has become a big issue, especially with children. If you are the parent of a child, you may wish to monitor their MySpace activity or ensure that their profile is set to a private listing. MySpace has a number of safety features is place, but to make use of these features you must know that they exist.
In addition to being a traditional social networking website, one that lets you meet and speak to other members, MySpace is well known for its additional features. These features commonly include music videos, horoscopes, chat rooms, careers, and instant messaging. If you are interested in using these features, as well as the many others that can be found on MySpace, you are encouraged to register for your free membership today. You can do this by visiting - http://www.myspace.com/
Thursday, June 01, 2006
I just seemed to have too many friends in "myspace" and I just couldn't respond to each one of them, and hence the creation of this blog
Unfortunately, to read myspace blogs, you need to be a member and this prevents pinging to blog directories a bit difficult.
This way, I thought I could introduce new members, as well as make a general posting once in a while [apart from my usual myspace blog]
Should there be no improvement.. then I guess it is back to square one...
So let's hope for the best..
Should you need anything else, you can either visit ;
OR the blogs below ;
Please bear with me for a few days, until I set things up
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