My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
There is always discussion about anonymity and blogging. There is less of one about anonymity and business, but I think I have already run into some issues with that. I have always hidden my name for safety, practicality, and just… because. I am not important and so it really isn’t a huge deal who I am.
My name is Jason Cushman. Ok… I am glad we got that out of the way. Now hopefully people can feel a little better about doing business with me.
Please keep in mind that I have absolutely no use for your “email lists” or even your real name. My contact list is VERY long and I wouldn’t even bother taking the time to try and find the ones that I am missing from each client. Just a little side note.
Well OM had his first day of work today. It went well thank you all for asking.
Yes? You in the back.
What did you do on your first day OM?
I am SO glad you asked that random, creepy reader. I helped four clients today and completed one contract. I hope the blogger is happy. That makes 2 contracts so far.
I am not a sellout. I feel like one, at times, but I have never hidden my intention of finding some use for this blog in the future. So even though I know there is SOMEONE out there saying “Ah ha! I knew he was out to make money!” Yes… moron… I have always said this.
I don’t feel bad at taking the money I am given for my service. I am merely connecting people and to be honest… it is fun. You all would have no idea, but I am sure some of you have guessed, I have and do follow a ton of blogs. So these new clients with their “clean slates” it is… exciting. There! I said it. Call me crazy, call me a sociopath (like that one blogger did), I don’t care… I finally found a way to make money doing something I love doing. I am good at doing.
I read an article today that said “I read an article today that said to write longer posts. That is how to get followers.” My answer is WRONG! All these idiots selling these ebooks telling you how to write the perfect blog posts STOP BUYING THAT SHIT! IT DOESN’T MATTER. ANYONE CAN GAIN AN AUDIENCE. Unless you are absolutely horrible at writing, like 2nd grade level…, or your pictures are so bad I could have taken them… then I can get you an audience. I can get you a subscriber increase. Maybe that is only for one day, that is up to you really, but I will make it go up for one day…
And it isn’t my materiel people. I am not even reblogging all of these clients, I did two of them to test something. It was a good test btw.
I have spent 15 months trying to figure out what I should be doing… while I wasted away at my IT job. I think I finally figured out what it is. It is building blogs for people. I am good at it… and will keep doing it.
There was a flash fiction challenge yesterday from Opinionated Man of which I had not participated. I had already posted yesterday’s flash, which was for another Reddit contest (did not win/no honorable mention). That’s not to say I’m upset about it. I didn’t want to leave people on here hanging. The WordPress challenge seemed a little more like a Saturday write anyway. If people have read my blog for any length of time, they know I’ve spoke about my town slightly in my stories. In 1,000 words or less, I shall condense that.
Urbanites often clamor for the countryside, a respite from the “noise” and “pollution” of a metropolitan backdrop. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence especially if it’s compared to concrete. Plenty of green dots the landscape of my city, even if it’s mold. Perhaps the agricultural nature of the outer limits appeal, waving arms…
Henry stepped out of his air conditioned apartment and onto the sidewalk. His glasses immediately fogged over. He couldn’t believe how incredibly hot and muggy it was this early in the morning.
The forecast called for the temperature to approach 100 by mid-afternoon, with close to 100% humidity. The early morning air was so thick and heavy that it felt as if you could cut it with a knife.
As he started his eight block walk from his apartment to his office, Henry’s head filled with the old Lovin’ Spoonful’s song, “Summer in the City.”
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
And then he thought back to the past winter’s so-called Polar…