Starting Over With More Knowlege - Blogging and Content Writing

Blogging Versus Content Writing

Yep, I'm back at it again - the bills are due, and I'm desperate to try something new. Freelancer.com is an option, or so I'm told; but it comes with a catch - you work for pennies compared to the blogosphere, for which could and should pay much higher. Problem? You really have to have your own web page.

I say, boo to that - I refuse to pay GoDaddy even $35 when I'm cash poor. Yes, I'll be going to the eentsy-weensey pay sites, but in the meantime I've set up an "Aboutme.com" account. What's that, you say? It's a splendid way to find contacts.

Aboutme.com has literally thousands of gazillionaires just hanging around, looking for something to do. I'm serious. It's like Aboutme was made for the dude who wants to have a landing page that says, "I'm somebody important", and shows a robust fella with a choke hold around a huge lion's neck, hanging out of a helicopter, flying his own jet - you get the picture. They're all there, waiting to start conversations.
Stay tuned to see how I do at actually contacting any of these dudes. it remains to see if they have just slapped up a page as a status thing, or if they're genuinely interested in conversing with a public that might not have as much money lying around.

Now don't get me wrong! I have (or had) rich friends who taught me that "rich folks" are not bad people. They're just people who happen to have money. Aunt Helen and Uncle Bill taught me this - that it's more important to educate one's self and work hard than it is to have billions of dollars in the bank and be spending it on frivolities like a fool. Bill spoke 13 languages, and I think Helen spoke 11 fluently. Ask anyone you know, "How many languages can you speak?" Odds are that they'll shrug and say that they can speak a little French, or a little Spanish, but they hadn't practiced so it fell by the wayside. I'm guilty of it myself. I can't believe that at one time I spoke fluent Castillian Spanish, and now I can barely ask for a servesa.

How strange. Someone's kid is tooting on  a flutophone in their backyard, playing a continual scale over an over again. Ahem, well, that's Mastic Beach for you. Anyway, back to the argument at hand.

I write very quickly, if my keyboard will permit me. Right now the laptop is sufficing, but what I'd really like is one of those pads with a rubber keyboard. You know, the type that is sealed, that can't be damaged, and that you can clean with soap and water. Yep, I need that. You never know when a cat will suddenly stop and decide that your keyboard is a great place to wharf.
-But I digress. You can see  that my typing is almost an extension of my brain. I can literally type anything that comes to mind as quickly as I think it, barring the stuck "q" key which is driving me insane.

Right then! On to the real topic: Content writing versus Blogging. Content writing is the quick and dirty way to make money if you're someone like me. I can literally churn out millions of words in a very short time about any subject that anyone could want. Well, Football might be a stretch. Soccer on the other hand, I might be able to write about. Science gadgets, Sci-fi, Star Trek - well I could go on all day about that stuff. Hopefully I can find someone who's trying to get some much-needed traffic to their site, and I'll be the one to churn out ream and reams of keywords so that Google will take notice of them. We shall see. Keep tuned as I report on my progress with various freelancing websites.

Movie Madness

How To Get Really Bored In 4 Days Or Less By Watching Movies

It's dead winter and the construction industry is at a standstill, so I'm working 1/2 days and going home to fill out job applications and watch movies. I've crunched over 10 or more in the past two days, and I can safely say, I'm bored. 

Why? Because I've hit the wall again. I've looked up all my favorite directors, actors, and genres, crammed in anything that I haven't watched in the last year or two, and discovered: nearly nada. 

The trouble started with "Interstellar", which bounced me to the moon, made me love movies again, fulfilled my faith in movie-making, sparked my fire - and simultaneously quenched it in sour milk. It was such a good movie that I was comparing it with many sci-fi epics that I adored: "2001", "Planet of The Apes", and "Alien".

I began my quest with Matthew McConaughey, the star of "Interstellar", because I'd always liked his style and of course because he's drop-dead gorgeous. I can't help but enjoy looking at him. Beyond that, though, he's a wonderful actor. I looked up his IMDB resume, found his list of acting credits in movies, and then watched them. I watched as many as were quickly available for free on the Internet. 

Seriously, I think I watched three a night. And then it got boring. Suddenly that Texan drawl became frustrating instead of soothing, his body language became repetitive, and I found myself yawning. I'll be sure to catalog a critique of each of them in a later blog. 

Skip to my science-fiction search. Have I seen every science-fiction movie out there that's worth a damn? Yup. well, if I didn't remember it, it was because it wasn't that good in the first place. I stumbled around for a while and gave in. The worst experience I had was watching "12 Monkeys", thinking that I hadn't understood it the last few times that I watched it. Nope. It was just...bad. 

I did stumble over a lovely French animation, and "Big Hero 6" provided much fun last night, but I'm back in the boredom hole again. 

Maybe you can help me through my boredom by suggesting a great science-fiction piece, or a Nolan movie, or a Luc Besson movie, or even an animation move that I may not have seen. try me. If I've seen it I'll critique it, and that'll be more blogs! Woohoo! Hit me.