Pro-Am Blogging, $$$ and just send $9.95 to THEM

Twitter cleared away a host of (obvious) spammers today.  Within an hour they were creeping back and I was receiving offers of photos from new account ladies.  It seemed to coincide with a major push for blogger converters looking for sign-ups asking for no money, demonstrating their earnings on video and offering me, (yes me) the chance to join them and earn a four-figure income monthly using their plan.  And they didn't want any money - just send a tenner to these guys, followed by another forty-quid in a fortnight - for the value of the kit.  I might have the total wrong, it may have been £40 total not $50 - either way, can you imagine what the 'kit' you would receive would be - my guess an e-book, followed by another e-book with the extra-special ingredient.  No, it's not a pyramid scheme, make the claims, no not a pyramid just get as many mugs as you can to sign up for accounts, earn a few bucks of each and watch the total mount up.

So that was how the day started.  Stink to high-heaven as it did, it whet my appetite.  I trawled Google looking for the (non-subscription) skinny on making money from blogging.  It may surprise you that there is lots of information concerning monetising blogs to generate income.  I think the most odious concept I encountered was passive income, if I recall correctly.  This, the authors boast, is the easy money.  Set up a blog and let volunteers do the posts while you take the revenue.

Now call me old fashioned but...  Elsewhere there are instructions on writing reviews for webs and earning piece-rate for them.  Surely if the mugs could turn a crust writing reviews they'd be better off doing that than lining my pockets?  Not according to the MILLIONAIRE BLOGGER.

Undeterred by this abhorrent moral effrontery, I downloaded several e-books with step-by-step plans, milestones and 'killer' extra content.  I even started reading it; I'll no doubt go back and read some more.

- Oh I just remembered.  Early doors, 'Freaky Friday' or some such Twitter fad led me, indirectly to some advice on doing my profile right.  I think, if it had been marked, I would have hit a duck.

I feel I should add some back story at this point.  I am currently enjoying 'a sweat-free life-style while searching for new challenges'.  This sweat-free life-style has gone on rather too long for my liking - and like untold other fools, I have considered, on the back of these 'earn $500 to $5000 a month - but don't stop there', trying to make a living from blogging.  Precisely.  The idea is frankly ludicrous, but, I'm cash poor (asset poor too, but it sounds more intriguing than plain skint) and netting £4K a month would keep the mortgage, the credit card company and the missus off of my back - if it had to.

So, on account of the fact that I'm back-tracking and delivered the gist of the content already, I'll try and wrap up - it is a blog post not an attempt at War and Peace Houndsy old boy.

My profile is wrong apparently.  My blog should be self-hosted and done using Word-Press.  I should monetise it to the hilt using the best programs and utilise all my other social media to power-feed traffic through my monetised blog using Twitter and Stumble-Upon and even Reddit and Digg front-pages.   Oh yes, and I should blog my passion; feed off of the comments; know my traffic.

If I may just encapsulate the bulk of the combined research of the day, MY BLOG IS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME WRITTEN IN THE WRONG WAY ABOUT THE WRONG SUBJECTS.

Fuck you professional bloggers.  Fuck you.

I've missed something out but I'm too tired (after last-night) and I need a wee, to remember what the hell it was.

On a brighter note, I picked up 18 x 330 Kronkie 1664, earlier, for just £7.  Bargain.  Drink promotion legislation can fuck right off.  It ain't the kids taking up the supermarket deals and binge drinking.  Restaurants are fucking us all buying every case they can the minute they hit the shelves then selling back at £14 - £22 for the wine and Barbie boys (and gels) are buying up the cases of lager.  I was just glad it was cheap - out of work and out of beer?  No thanks.

On a less bright note, there's only eight left and I'm only marginally squiffy.

Music played feed is right back where it belongs - IN YOUR FACE!

Welcome to the disappointment.

I had to edit - I remembered.  I'm getting cheerfully caned on cheap beer on a Friday night.  Meanwhile an unfortunate lady will be getting very differently caned for similar reasons.  This is wrong too.