Business update

Right, I’ve been working on a few different things, and while I don’t want to give away everything on here, I’ll give a brief rundown of what I’ve been working on online lately.

Current Projects.

Firstly, my there’s WebDesignLucan, which, from the title and website, is quite apparent what I’m doing with that. I’ve earned some income from this, but nothing major yet. Check out the site for full info. For this I’ve ordered some new business cards which are damn good looking (I’d take a picture but my camera is currently on holidays in America with a family member at the moment). This has brought along other projects though, and I’ve already made good contacts from this.

Next, there’s my site about Andrei Arshavin. This guy has made a name for himself in the footballing world lately, so I snapped up the domains AndreiArshavin.org and .info. Currently the site is #11 in google rankings for “Andrei Arshavin” and has been rising well. I hope to get this on the front page within the next day or two (please don’t smite me oh mighty google). I’ve surprised myself with this one, it turns out my SEO skills aren’t completely awful after all. I’m praying he goes to a big club soon, which would make the site more valuable. I still have some perfecting to do on the site, so a little TLC every so often and this could be a success. Currently looking at the site burns my eyes a little bit.

Next up we have YourDebs. This site is seriously wrecking my buzz. I just can’t get any decent work done on it, and if you were to look on it now you’d see some joking things I’ve written on there in the meantime. This site has potential, but will only fulfil it if I actually put in the work, and put in the work soon. When I get this site running, I’ve going to call in some favours from friends who run related sites (I’ve three contacts in total that can definitely be of help, if I catch them on a good day and maintain my irresistible charm)

I have a plan for a similar website, relating to a certain aspect of the Leaving Cert. There is only one other site like this that I can see, and it seems that it hasn’t been updated since the stone age, so I’m excited to start buying domains for that (I’ve four in mind in total) and working on the site.

Irish sports fans will know Padraig Harrington recently won… eh, something. I saw it on the news anyway (I don’t follow golf at all) and decided to pick up the domains PadraigHarrington.org and .info. I haven’t really started working on this (have installed wordpress and found a disgusting golf theme for it) but I will soon. This man supposedly has quite a long career ahead of him, so hopefully it’ll be a decent investment.

While these sites are being developed, money can be scarce, so I’m also writing an ebook to bring in some quick cash to sustain me for a while.

I also want to begin working on WebmasterDiscounts again, as I still believe that with just a few minutes work every day, that site could do well.

These are the main things I’m working on right now, and I apologise that I’ve been quite vague with some things, but I think it’s necessary sometimes. If anyone’s interested in buying any of the domains/sites I’ve mentioned here, feel free to contact me, as some projects are getting ignored right now because I have a good bit on my plate, and I’d prefer to have a few websites running well rather than a lot of websites running like a bunch of pensioners on a hot summers day.

This blog.

As for this blog, I have some little things to do on this. Minor changes and installations, namely :

• Sort a small coding issue (the previous/next entries link does not appear when browsing by category, any help appreciated if it’ll save me floundering around with code. Nerds : I know the piece of code I need, and tried putting it in single.php which I thought would solve it, but it was an epic fail).
• Get myself one of these Twitter things.
• Sort the pages (about, links etc).
• Install some new plugins (particularly want a working “digg” plugin, anyone know of one?).
• Decide on getting rid of some text links (”Featured Sites”).
• Work on some free advertising (RSS directories etc).
• Consider editting the “Popular Posts” thing, because the plugin has some shitty posts coming up there, and I’d like to showcase some of my favourite posts there instead.
• Some work on Entrecard (consider changing this blog’s category on there, and also spend the shitload of credits I’ve built up lately).
• I’m also thinking about getting a whole new theme for the blog. Currently it’s very “Make Money Online” style, and I don’t think this suits my blog anymore.

And some exciting news about the blog! I’m introducing a new regular post which will appear every Sunday. The idea is nothing crazy, but I think it’s quite unique, and it’ll have that typical lovable Walsho spin on it anyway. I’m excited about this, as it’ll be an easy enough post to do each week, but hopefully it’ll be fun too, and I’m interested to see the site stats when people know there’ll be a new posts every Sunday. Be sure too check it out and tell me what you think.

I’m happy with the blog lately, more and more often I’m getting compliments on it (many of which aren’t from myself OR my mother), and I’m getting a lot more comments recently too. I’ve gotten into the habit of replying to every comment on here, so do leave a comment for me

That’s all I can think of that’s worth mentioning, so I bid thee a fond farewell dear reader (this post is nowexactlyonethousandwordswhichIcouldn’tresistsoperhapsI’matadOCD).

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Where’ve I been?

It’s been ten or eleven days since my last post, and I believe my absence has sent shockwaves through the blogosphere. All men wondering where their idol and hero has gone to. All women wondering where their pin-up and ideal man is. Global media has descended into what can only be described as a frenzy.

Basically, today I had two people ask me what I was at and why I hadn’t been making my futile attempts at blogging on here. So, what have I been doing?

Meh, not much. Relaxin’. Drinkin’. Browsin’.

Seriously, what the hell have I been doing? How is the second month of summer nearly over? Why am I such a waster?

My sleep pattern is still completely fucked, but I’ve decided to stop fighting this and try to embrace my nocturnism (Hell, it’s quarter to five in the morning now and I’m not at all tired). I’m in good company with the owls and vampires. Who needs functioning society with their timekeeping busybodies? Not me.

I am, however, going to take some steps to get me working in a more productive manner. I’ve got a lot of web work on my plate at the minute, and I’m crawling through it, rather than sprinting majestically like I had planned. Tomorrow I’m going to introduce some sort of schedule for the week and stick to it. There will be a full update on what I’m doing with my websites soon.

Leaving cert results are looming, which I find terrifying. All I can envision at the moment is me opening my results and not being able to stop my face dropping as I see results far below what I’m capable of. I can really imagine the gut-wrenching disappointment, and that’s what worries me. I’m aware that worrying is pointless, but I don’t really have a choice here, I can’t help it. The only solution to this worry is beer. Alcohol will clog the worried pores in my body.

Sadly I’m cutting down on drink because it’s all those drunken nights out and hungover mornings that are causing my productivity to suffer. I also have the feeling that if my liver were a person she’d be giving me the cold shoulder right now for being so selfish and inconsiderate, and also for checking out the liver on the girl across the road. My liver is a jealous lover, you see.

Lately I’ve actually been feeling a bit compassionate, and have been wanting to do a little charity work. I’ve sent off a form online, and emailed another company, but haven’t heard anything back yet. If anyone has any ideas on how I could start being a do-gooder, please let me know. Sometimes I do actually feel a bit guilty and selfish, sitting at home on my laptop, listening to music on my ipod and eating caviar, feet resting on the backs of loyal servants, being ridiculously good looking all the while.

A business-related post will be up next. I know that sort of thing bores some readers, but it’s an important part of my day-to-day life, so I feel it’s appropriate to update on it now and again. Oui?

Anyway, I’m off, I’ve got forums to waste time on. Goodbike

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To sleep, perchance to dream.

I think putting a Shakespeare quote for a title is always good whenever possible.

Last night I had some very strange dreams. Three in total. For once I actually remember them and I feel obliged to tell you dear readers about them. The first two are nothing too weird but the last one was a bit epic, in my opinion.

So, dream #1. I got my Leaving Cert results. I did very well, far better than I expected. I got an A3 in English. For anyone who’s unfamiliar with the Leaving Cert grading system, there is no A3 grade. So then I was talking to my English teacher about my results, she was delighted at how well I did. I then told her I was disappointed at only getting an A3. She laughed. I also did quite well in Religion, which I didn’t even do for my Leaving Cert. So that was fun.

Dream #2. The back story to this dream is that in my back garden these (presumably stray) cats come around every day and lounge around on the roof of my shed, and sometimes skulk around the garden. I fucking love them, mainly because of how much I love lolcats, but also because they always look stoned or something. These ones lay on my shed, catching some rays, smoking a joint or two, and when they see me in the garden they just glance at me and look away again, as if to say “Fuck right off mayne, this here’s mah turf”.

But in this dream there was stray dog wandering around my garden. A puppy, actually. An adorable little thing he was. But while he looked no more than a few weeks old, he was trained perfectly. Rolling over, jumping up when asked, barking on call, even giving us the paw. So obviously I’m dying to keep him, but the rest of the family are wary. Then we hear a scratching at the back door. We open it and there’s a larger version of the puppy we found. The puppy walks out to his mother/father and out they go. That bastard puppy broke my subconscious heart.

Dream #3. This one is good. First thing I remember is being in a line of people, and seeing a few faces I recognised, but most were strangers to me. Then, none other than Adolf fucking Hitler steps up and is picking people out and giving them instructions. He picks me out, examines me, determines my fine physical condition is up to scratch and sends me off to a group of people. There I’m asked about my shoes. I look down and see the most ridiculous shoes on me. They were pure white, leather, and with pointed toes.

So I start chatting with some of the lads, and then we get told to shut up by an officer, who is infact a former history teacher of mine, female, who left my school two years ago, and I haven’t seen her since. In real life, she was very opinionated on things like human rights, and always doing charity work and all that. She tells us we have to get onto a bus. I ask how long the journey will be, as I desperately need to take a whizz. She says “Ah not long at all. No more than seven hours”. We laugh and say seven hours is a long time, so I go to take a whizz in some nearby bushes, being the gentleman that I am. During urination, the ground starts moving and I accidently piss on some poor lad standing near me. He didn’t notice though

So we get to our destination, which happens to be in my mate’s front garden, about seven houses down from my own house. So Adolf is giving us some instructions, and I realise, “Fucking hell, I’m not a Nazi, and I know how this whole thing ends up. Screw this”. I hop over the wall and start taking the piss out of Hitler and his views, making loads of juvenile jokes, and he’s getting infuriated, and tells me to go back (where I’ll be shot). My mate decides to give me some way to defend myself, and throws me a weapon. You’d think since we were in the army at this stage I’d have been thrown a gun. Nope. A knife? No chance. A sword?! Not today sweetheart.

He threw me a scissors. A battered old scissors. I somehow caught the weapon and started going back, until I saw my friend being berated by Hitler, and told to leave also. He starts taking the piss too, and gets chased by old Adolf. I realise he’s in trouble, but luckily there was another weapon on the ground beside me to throw to him. Another scissors. So now the two of us are armed with scissors, and running away from Adolf Hitler. He chases us around the corner, and we manage to lose him, and begin making plans to somehow escape the country. Then a bomb siren goes off. A fucking bomb siren. We look at each other in a “What are the odds?” way and being running.

And then I woke up. An interesting dream to say the least. The irony of that history teacher being a Nazi officer was brilliant. I also think this dream may have something to do with me having watched the film American History X the other day, but still, it’s a pretty fucking weird dream.

In one night I experienced great academic success, rejection from a newly found canine friend, and rebellion from the Nazi party. Not bad for a couple of hours.

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I live in the wrong time zone (and my shopping experiences).

Seriously. My sleep pattern has been ridiculous lately. And to worsen matters, I haven’t even been posting on here.

As I type this, it is nearly 7am, and I still haven’t gone to sleep. At about 5am I sort of hit a crossroads, and as good old Bobby Frost would say (well, if he wasn’t suffering from a mild case of death), I took the one less travelled by. It was either go to bed then, or stay up all night. I chose the latter, but there is a method to this madness, I assure you.

I hope to stay up all night tonight, drag myself through tomorrow (it’s only a Sunday anyway sure, all anyone ever does on a Sunday is have dinner) and then go to bed/collapse into an exhausted heap at a reasonable hour, thus getting me back into a healthy, normal sleep pattern.

Yes, I know what you’re all thinking. Behind your shocked faces lie thoughts of my madness and amazement at my utterly revolutionary handling of life’s problems. Well yes, perhaps I am something of a maverick. Perhaps I am someone to be revered and and rewarded.

I’ve always been quite a nocturnal creature. The night is much calmer than its brighter brother, and there’s less people around, which is always nice, because people are bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling. I always prefer doing things at night if it’s possible. With a 24-hour Tesco just minutes away from me, I’m sorted. You see, going out to the shops during the day has three possible outcomes for me. In order of likelihood :

1. I go out, a hungover mess, unshaven, voice weary, legs wearier, shoes still wet with rainwater from the gruelling walk home the previous night, and my only comfort being the ipod and music being pumped into my ears. Then it happens. You step out the door and there’s yer wan/man from down the road.

“Ah how’re ya? [response] Yeah not too bad. [response] How was the weekend/summer/exams/Christmas/orgy/other night? [response] Ah good stuff. Anyway, I’ll let ya go/I’ve gotta run, talk to ya again. [response]

Now, I’m all for a bit of conversation, but I hate that bit where you say you’re going. It feels a bit awkward and rude or something.

So then, I stick in the earphones and get on my merry little way. Then you see someone across the road. Shit, do they see me? I don’t wanna wave and look like a dope if they don’t wave back because they haven’t seen me. Don’t wanna be impolite either though. Then they look up and make the eye contact. Grand. Balls, at what point do I actually wave? Just as he/she’s directly across from me? Nah, a little before then. But what if I wave too soon? Why aren’t there fucking rules for this crap? Screw it, I’ll just do my salute-style wave thing.

And afterwards I feel like a tool for overthinking things. Until I see someone I know walking towards me, this time on the same path as me. Christ. Do I take out my earphones? For fuck’s sake, this is the best part of the song. Better take out the earphones anyway, don’t want the chap thinking I’m being rude or anything.

Then they give you a nod and smile and keep walking. You little bastard. Leave me here looking like a knob with my earphones out, for a nod? This is a travesty, a bloody disgrace. I missed my favourite part of that song so I could perk my ears up and listen to you nodding at me?

Maybe I insulted him while in a drunken stupor. Was he there last night actually? Shit, and me still wearing the same jeans. Feck it.

Who can I expect to meet on my way back? Considering I’m probably looking a bit worse for wear, it’s bound to be the “every female Mark Walsh has ever had feelings of a sexual nature towards” club.“How’re ya girls? No I haven’t been drinking, I just reek of beer from last night. No, I haven’t been living rough, I’m just a bit tired. Yes, I will stop staring.”

I shan’t go into the experience in the shop itself, that might be material for an entirely separate rant. And let’s not forget the possibility of meeting a young couple on the way.

2. The second type of shopping experience is when I go out, a clean shaven, freshly clothed, respectable young gent, in a sociable mood with plenty of time for small talk. And who do I bump into on my travels? Nobody. Not a soul. Jesus, where is everyone? Not even a bit of interaction at the tills, because of those new self service thingies. Shouldn’t have bothered putting that feckin’ shite in my hair and putting on the cleaner-but-less-comfortable shoes.

3. The final shopping experience is when I go out in a similar state to number 2, but this time I bump into many friends and acquaintances, enjoy some friendly banter and a chat with all. Get beeped at by some friends in cars passing by, and generally feel like the man. “Christ, I really know a lot of people”. Those ones rock.

Here’s a graph/chart to represent the above information.

See that? Visual aids ‘n all.

Apologies this substandard post comes nearly a week after my last one, but in fairness, that last one went down pretty well, so I didn’t mind leaving it there for a bit longer before the inevitable let down that was to follow.

I also want some opinions. This blog originally started as my “make money online” diary, but I don’t think many people enjoy reading about that very much, do you? I was thinking of setting a certain day of the week and posting about my online money making efforts on that day and that day only. But would that work? And what day should I pick? Or how about two days? I would appreciate some opinions/feedback.

What a rambling post.

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Young couples, begone!

I’m writing this at 5am, and don’t feel a bit tired. Methinks it’s time to vent a little.

Ah, young love.

Great isn’t it?

Well, how young?

Lately, every time I turn a corner I see some disgusting young couple getting up to their lovey dovey crap in broad daylight. In front of old ladies and priests, probably. And when I say young, I mean feckin’ young! The smell of placenta still rife off them.

When I was a lad we played football with jumpers for goalposts as kids. Gone are those days. Now they’re off kissing and smooching, him sticking his whatsit up her bajingo around the corner from the chipper. Some Fred Perry clad yun’ fella with glasses half the size of his head wearin’ the face off yer wan in her bright orange tracksuit and way too much fake gold jewellery after a shower in cheap perfume.

Jaysus, can’t I go for a walk without needing a puke? In a few years these kids will be the ones trying to intimidate me into buying alcohol for them, I know it. Well I’ve only been an adult in the eyes of the law for two months, and already I don’t like the whippersnappers of today.

And when you turn the corner and accidently interrupt their intimate little loveshack, you get the look. The look that says they’re calling you a selfish prick for being so rude and using the public paths. Well I never.

If they were just holding hands and keeping it PG I’d have no problem, but it’s the whole ‘eating each other’s face off while practically gyrating in my face’ thing that gets to me. Get a room, or a secluded area, or a feckin’ ditch for Christ’s sake, I just don’t want to have to carefully brush past your skinny little pre-teen ass on my way to the shop.

So, young couples. I blame you for ruining my peaceful ramblings around my area. I blame you for all the underage parents. I blame you that the economy is going into recession. I blame you that I can’t sleep tonight and it’s now bright outside. I blame you that my hair is all fluffy because I washed it earlier (actually I’ve quite grown to like it this way, so will rethink this one). I blame you for every misfortune I’ve ever encountered. It’s all your fault.

You are disgusting. You sicken me. You’re not cute or adorable, you are vile. Your relationship won’t last, and will wither and die within a matter of weeks. Then what will you do without your “bbz 4eva xxx”? There is no hope, all is lost.

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