Apparently there is trouble on Derf. I’ll catch up on comments when I return to this… planet.
Stay safe WP and look to the sky,
Apparently there is trouble on Derf. I’ll catch up on comments when I return to this… planet.
Stay safe WP and look to the sky,
I will again do some WordPress consulting, but with a different format. A few people were disappointed in learning I had stopped pumping blogs earlier with my powerblogging method. I don’t have much free time so if people are seriously interested I have worked up my price. It is not time efficient or cost beneficial for me to pump other people’s sites anymore, but I will teach you how to do it yourself. For $50 I will setup some type of readytalk/ screen share system and either do a voice over or conference over the internet so that we can talk. I am going to work up some type of powerpoint and show you my basic blogging method. Honestly I think I can teach anyone in an hour what I do and how to push your numbers so that is what I’ll schedule for is an hour to an hour and a half. That is what I am offering the ability to pump your website numbers on your own. If you are interested send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org and if you aren’t interested then just read something else.
My basic resume is an understanding of how WordPress works, some knowledge on SEO, and just some basic knowledge on blog layout that may help you. People looking to promote their books, artwork, photography, or whatever blog you host might be interest. I guess you can consider this a $50 class on blogging. I know some people were interested in a webinar so if the price doesn’t scare you off email me.
Note: I will still keep my free blogging articles up. Feel free to give them a browse.
I am sending virtual hugs to the person that posted this and all those that are reading it. Virtual hugs for all!
Don’t hate me because I am beautiful. So beautiful. I think I might even make you a little uglier. Now don’t get upset. I said uglier, not that you are ugly… just not as pretty as me. I am so pretty.
He types in the job search phrases and presses [Enter]… 35,169 choices come up.
“SEO Expert Needed! Programmer skills required.” Well… I can program my microwave does that count?
“Web marketing associate needed. Driven individuals, willing to work long hours at $22.50 an hour, and a degree in related field is required.” The sad part is… I would take this job. The reason this is sad is because I strongly feel that a job such as this is beneath my skill set, but because my skills don’t include development most companies won’t agree. They would place me on the floor with a bunch of sales associates/marketing SEO consultants and have me making cold calls all day. I would then have to give up my personal website goals. Sounds like a plan…
What is the point? I get the frustration, I share it with many of you, you are either underqualified or overqualified for something. I am underqualified for most “webpage management positions” because I am not a developer. I have some web building knowledge, online traffic management skills, and some SEO knowledge but I wouldn’t consider myself an expert in any of those fields. I also am not a professional writer so I don’t fit the bill on either the technical or artistic side of things.
Frustration and the meaning of being frustrated to me currently is centered around my future. Unsure about what to do… have you ever created something you thought was awesome and been so proud of it you didn’t want anyone else to touch it because they may then in turn claim some ownership? Even the implication that another person had a hand in the creation of HarsH ReaLiTy would probably bother me. It surely would. Pride… the hubris of man or is it instead the one thing we can confidently claim as our own.
I guess I will still keep looking, halfheartedly, since my heart is not fully into it. Would I sellout? Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I would be smiling about it. You have to have an opportunity to sellout first and that ship has yet to find my harbor.
Modern day Cathedrals of Steel, you stand as an example for man. But what example is it that you set? Who is being worshiped upon stage lit by flashing bulbs and never ending cameras. It matters not if housed between those walls are the most spiritual of people because they are not of the people anymore. They are religious movie stars and how amusing that so many in this world turn a blind eye to the mansions that mirror these plastic churches. Who dwells in that fine house that sits in the shadow of the MegaChurch that feeds it? Does God live there as well?
No… only a man. A man with other people’s money.
I once saw a woman die. There were no clouds that parted. I looked in her eyes and saw no glimmer of understanding and even to the end that did not change. I watched for the coming of something… and saw nothing from it. Instead what I witnessed was the passing of time. And time stopped for just a moment, she turned and took that woman’s hand and they drifted away.
That was the image of death, when I once saw a woman die.
I was told in the 11th grade by a teacher that I was a “poor writer and I should consider finding something else to be good at.” It angered me because this termagant had no clue of my love for reading and the written word. Just because I didn’t see her “images” of Thoreau suddenly I was inferior? I did what I do anytime I am in that situation. I set out to prove that bitch wrong.
I have a huge amount of appreciation for good teachers. Teachers that build relationships with their students and don’t see them as simply “this year” are becoming a rarity though. Now there are lines not to be crossed and social boundaries preventing students from really bonding with some of the most important people in their lives. This is truly tragic for what better examples are there for students to be around?
In the 12th grade I surprised everyone by making it into AP English. I had the most amazing teacher ever, Mrs. Campbell. I remember her kindness to this day and that really says something considering how much has happened in my life since that year. The confidence that awesome woman gave me is evident today. I would probably not be writing this post, this blog, or any blog if it had not been for her. She pretty much redeemed me from the pitiful state the previous teacher had left me in. Confidence is such a precious thing that is often taken for granted. It is a trait that is built slowly and lost rapidly.
I passed the AP exam and got my college credits (I wasn’t surprised, I actually slept for thirty minutes because I was done before everyone else). I beat the scores of most of the straight A students, I was definitely not one of those people. I proved something and the important part is not what I proved. It was who I proved it to. I showed myself that year that the opinion of others doesn’t mean shit in the long run. All that matters is what you are willing to do in the moment. Do you allow someone else to create your moments or do you say “fuck you this is my life.” Give me my moment back.
The face of adoption is not one face, one story, or one view. I hate reading adoption articles because the writer almost always pushes their views as those of “adoptees in general.” I have found that adoptees are normally courteous to each other, but at the same time we often avoid one another. It is a reminder of who we are, when we see another adoptee, and although we need not be ashamed of our lives… still we know our life is different than it was supposed to be. The face of adoption is not black, white, yellow, or any color. It can only be seen in the mirror through the eyes of the one that owns it.
I see your eyes still, even though parted we have been. They look back at me while bouncing against ice cubes, caught in the turbulence of the alcohol of my choice. Choices, they line before me like pawns. Only these pawns do not look so small while standing on the chessboard of life. Who the hell upgraded them to badass knights? Is that the Queen standing yonder? What symbol adorns that banner there, I know it not. But her eyes I do know. They are the eyes of my mother.
Just so people know… I don’t intentionally skip comments. Even if you are checking time stamps… I hope people realize I do make an attempt to respond to all comments on this website. No matter how ignorant, foolish, mundane, odd, humorous, random, scary, or terrifying. I appreciate anyone that leaves me a comment, remark, or threat and thank you.
If you are in the habit of writing rants about me and my website, but then you still visit it… you are pathetic. Just stay on your own damn blog ok? Don’t like me? Fine. Nothing here for you. Move your ass along. I am so tired of people blasting my website and then coming here for free advice and community. This community isn’t for you, it is for bloggers that actually enjoy being here.
Some of you make me want to turn this site private or into a fully paid website I swear.
This is not a relationship blog, but occasionally I will write about and share some revolutionary facts that I discover in my life. Here is one fact that I would love to write about (but not discuss) women are crazy. I would go so far as to say “most” women are crazy and the funny part is they make sense to each other. That really is the kicker, because women can understand the craziness in one another, they then do not consider themselves crazy. Impeccable logic to be sure, it is hard to debate evidence so sound.
Women pick arguments on purpose. The only time men pick arguments on purpose is if we do not like someone, we are drunk, there is a Raider’s fan in the room, or we decide to act macho in front of our woman. Men do not often argue just to argue, do you know why ladies? We are lazy and it is hard to watch Sportscenter AND drink a beer while you argue. Ok, so why is women arguing so crazy? Because of the reason they do it, women argue and pick fights with men “to test their relationship.” That is the whole “if the rubber band breaks” concept that women are working on. They obviously haven’t heard of the “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” concept that men love.
Women ask questions that they know the answers to. Guys, they still expect an answer. And God help you if the answer is not politically and socially correct. You may want to bring a cue card with a few facts and pointers to back up your answer, though those facts will help very little if your answer is different from hers. These actions by women can also be tests; you know those random pop quizzes we hated in school, well now we get them in marriage and long term relationships. Your girlfriend or wife has just become the teacher from hell.
Women really don’t care about your opinion most the time. You know “they” say that a good conversation is good dialogue between the two participants. Whoever “they” were, “they” were obviously not talking to a woman. A woman does not want your input on a topic she has already decided upon. You are allowed a couple head nods, a few confirmation noises (to let her know you are still listening), and a really big “you are absolutely right honey” near the end. That is all that is required, or better yet necessary, to successfully navigate through a conversation with a woman. One last thing, if you even dare to talk about a subject she knows nothing about just give up, women quickly grow bored with topics that don’t interest them. Notice the way she “sighs” and glances around the room every five minutes, those are your hints.
Give up trying to keep up with your wife or girlfriend’s social drama, whether at work or with her friends. Never side with Becky, her hated arch-rival, unless Becky is going to let you sleep on her couch. Do not dare and sympathize with Helga, her dictator of a boss, or your soup might taste a bit off tonight. If your wife is on Facebook just be prepared for monthly breakdowns and breakups. I think women came up with the term “BFF” so they could have one more thing to break up with in this world. Women are crazy.
I know what I have said about kickstarters and asking people to help you with your dream. I also know there is a guy currently running a “kickstarter” to make potato salad and people have donated 50,000 dollars to him so far. I don’t expect 50,000 dollars from anyone, but I have accepted the fact that you can never know what is possible if you never ask. I chose that dollar amount because it is honestly close to what I make now at my day job.
I have written this website for close to 17 months now and I have had a great time building it. Unfortunately life happens and changes come with that. Two things for me have changed recently. My oldest daughter turns 5 years old next week and my youngest turns 4 the next month. I also have encountered some “changes” in my own work and will need to make a decision soon. That leaves little time for the website and the audience I have grown to like… perhaps even to love. It might seem odd me saying the word “love” here, but what else can I call this passion for something I spend countless hours doing for no pay?
The goal of this website has always been to provide entertainment. If you don’t realize that by now you don’t really read my words. You don’t get HarsH ReaLiTy. If you do, however, “get” what I am doing here and have appreciated it for the past year and a half maybe you will decide to give a small donation. If I get anywhere near enough support I will quit my other job and write full time. That probably means very little to most of you and I understand that. Like I said, we all have our own goals and dreams. But if you decide you have the extra money (I do NOT want anyone to give that can’t afford to. I am NOT poor and that is not what this is about.) and wish to donate know that I truly appreciate it.
In a month I will need to make a decision. Should I be forced down the path of finding another corporate job I will cut back on this blog about 90%. I don’t want to, but we do what we must for our families… even if that means shelving dreams.
One last thank you to my loyal readers who have visited religiously for the past year and a half. To a guy that isn’t an author, isn’t important on a daily basis, it really is the largest confidence booster in the world to know your words are being read.
Those things we do. I have many vivid memories of obvious mistakes I have made in my life. Some were major and others minor. I suppose my project has put me in a reflective mood, so I thought I would share a few.
“You want my autograph?” – I remember hearing my name. “Jason!!! COME UPSTAIRS NOW!!!” I of course proceeded to climb those stairs as slowly as possible. You never want to rush into things you know are a bad situation and anytime you hear your mom use that high pitched, shrill sounding voice you know shit has literally hit the fan. Like any other seven year old I had a number of things I “thought” she might be angry at, but I wouldn’t know what it actually was till I saw her. “Did you write in sharpie on your brother’s window sill” my mother immediately asked upon my arrival. I did what any other boy my age would have done. I lied. “Nope, wasn’t me…” I said confidently. “THEN WHY DOES IT SAY YOUR NAME?” Oh… oops…
Betrayal At Krondor – This was my favorite PC game as a kid and it was light years ahead of other rpg games! Unfortunately at the age of 14 I did not have a PC of my own… this was back in 1995 in case you were curious. I solved this problem by formatting my mother’s hard drive so it would fit the 9 hard disks required for downloading the game. How was I to know that format meant – remove forever! I remember thinking at the time, while being yelled at, that it was a serious flaw to place a self-destruct button on a machine that was so valuable.
Dogwoods in Memphis – The first home we lived in on Stonewall had two beautiful dogwoods in the front yard. They were a kid’s dream for climbing and also beautiful to behold once their blossoms opened. I thought at the time that it was a shame that the only thing ugly on that tree was the bark. So I decided to peal it off. I was probably around the age of 8 and I was so proud to show my parents what I had done. It became apparent I had made some type of miscalculation from the look of horror on my mother’s face. My father was furious… it wasn’t like I had cut down a cherry tree or something. In my defense those trees survived and no one ever hugged those branches for dear life like I did.
“Dude Jason… I think we had a wreck…” – We were driving home from Nashville after a night of partying when I fell asleep at the wheel. It had never happened before, but fortunately this time I didn’t hit a car. What I did do was tear up five yards of guard rail, hit a bridge column, and the car ended up catching fire and being destroyed. Did I mention that it happened to be Father’ Day morning and it was possibly my dad’s car…
“Well that doesn’t fit… dammit!!!” – Recently I have discovered I suck at home repairs. I should not be allowed to do them. I decided to surprise my wife by switching out the back sliding door handle with a locking handle instead. Well it helps if you look inside and see what type of door it is. Unfortunately I tried to put a normal lock on a latch handle opening. For those that don’t know, that is kind of like the square peg in the round hole scenario. Needless to say, my wife was pretty pissed at the large hole I had drilled for the handle that didn’t fit.
Well this is the third post I have done like this so far and I have seen some great connections. I’ll keep doing these off and on and I think they provide a great way for “active bloggers” to network.
All bloggers are welcome to use this post as a “Self-Promotion” thread for their blog, projects, causes, writing, books, eBooks, food, fashion, or whatever you are into. You may post links, book covers, or whatever you like and feel free to revisit and leave a new comment as this thread will quickly fill up.
Hopefully some authors, photographers, painters, writers, and bloggers will take the opportunity to push their work. Please keep promotional comments on the posts dedicated for that purpose.
Feel free and re-blog or share this post. Thanks!
I love when people tell me “you can’t do that.” It is especially amusing when I have already done it.
I am going to make a popular blog about nothing. “Uh… you can’t do that.”
I am going to sell my notes on blogging for $10. Did I mention the ebook is only 15 pages long? “You can’t sell an ebook for $10! And 15 pages isn’t even a book that is false advertising!” How is it false advertising if it tells you how long the book is before you buy it?
I am going to start a kickstarter to see if I have any support for this website. “You can’t do that! Kickstarters are for new products and your blog has existed. This is taking advantage of people so you don’t have to really work.” But Kickstarter approved my project, I clearly state on both the Kickstarter and my post my intentions, and I am already doing it… so you are just stupid.
“You can’t expect people to actually hire you just to grow their subscription number. You can’t do that!” But I already did it and had a 100% approval rating from 20 clients. I don’t understand why people get their panties in such a wad.
“You can’t state an opinion and then not debate it. That is such a cop out. You can’t do that!” The great thing about a keyboard is that it generally doesn’t work without user interaction. Therefore I can actually get away with not debating. I simply don’t type it.
“You can’t “not support” a group of people. You can’t do that!” Sure you can, you just don’t factor them into your daily thought process. Raise your hand if you support the Carabayo-Aroje. You mean you don’t know about the Carabayo-Aroje??? How hateful can you be?
Any other things I can’t do people that I can add to my list? Please let me know.
Dear WP Staff,
I know you are working hard and you are probably still doing changes and modifications. An email to you would get lost, but maybe a post with some re-blogs from like minded people will reach your eyes.
Please put back the old “Posts” button that takes you directly to your “dashboard post settings.” The format was different for the post button, but this new web setup causes a user two extra clicks. To most people that doesn’t matter, but to a website that DOES matter. You should know that and care as a business and it directly affects us that navigate through your website a lot. I realize most users are free members, but I pay for my yearly subscription so here is my opinion. I hope you change that one setting back and as for the rest… we shall see.
What happened to the Freshly Pressed button at the top left? It is now in the “Reader.” Did someone finally read some of my articles on it? Amazeballs.
I will never be afraid of you world. I will always share my opinions even if that means you label me a racist, a hate monger, a hypocrite, a bad father, or whatever other label you can conjure up between the multitude of races that make up WordPress. My mother, my father, my wife, my sister, my brother, and all of my extended family have access to this website. Do not seek to discredit my words by considering them only “brave” due to being online. I will say anything I have said on this website to anyone to their face. I am not afraid.
Jason Chandler Cushman
Nothing frustrates me more than to read posts from women and feminist about how they feel abortion rights are only a woman’s issue. They follow this logic up normally with the statement “It is my body! No one can tell me what to do!” Actually they can and have been since we were children. We get told what to do with our bodies in school, at work, and at home throughout our life. So why is it that suddenly women wish to take a stance by parading their right to kill a baby I wonder. Do notice the lack of a question mark. This is not a question.
I will never allow shitty husbands and fathers to TAKE my rights away from me. Just as I will NEVER allow women to either. I have said before that I will never feel “sorry” for what other men do. Yes I realize there are shitty fathers in the world, but that doesn’t mean I should give up my personal rights as a GOOD father because of them. Any woman that asks, nay demands that men give up their right in having a say about whether or not THEIR CHILD is born is a termagant of the worst order. Good fathers have as much say in their children’s lives as a woman, regardless who pushed that baby out.
I read a lot of abortion posts because WordPress is full of them. It is amazing how many girls are writing about their right to kill and they don’t even have a child. “Well when I do…” blah blah blah is what I read constantly. How about “when you do” I hope you have grown up and gained some maturity. Abortion isn’t a woman’s right, abortion isn’t a man’s right, abortion is murder. You don’t have to argue with me women over your right to it, abortion is ALL YOURS!