I was lying in bed this morning thinking “boy that was a long night” at about the time the Jehovah’s Witnesses usually stop by and destroy my serenity when there it was, the substitute doorbell went bing bong. Nobody ever uses the substitute doorbell. It’s been there for three years, but there was a stretch longer than three years where the original one didn’t work, and people became accustomed to that and never use it. But the Jehovah’s Witnesses Do. So I knew it was them; I’ve been paying attention.
There is no way in hell that I am getting out of this bed and going down there to talk to those guys, I thought, with some unsharable embellishments. I do not want to know what the Bible says. I do not want to tell them when I am moving. I do not want to answer any more questions. I have thought of a way to ask myself my own questions, and I have plenty of them.
While they were snoozing the night before I was working on Some Ideas. That’s my business model, has been for a long time. First part of the year, have lots of ideas. There’s not a lot going on often about now and it’s a good time to try new stuff. Later in the year, I funnel the ideas that worked and hone them, and then after that I work them to death during the busy last quarter of the year.
I didn’t have a lot of ideas last year – it was sort of reactionary. So I’m eager to have them now. Don’t bing-bong the door with external ideas, please.
After nearly twenty years of this stuff, most ideas have become pretty subtle. Hey, let’s switch the purple and the gray around and see what that looks like. Put the stuff on the top on the bottom (that’s what I did last year).
Anyway, after a nice productive day of launching two ideas which will cover most of year’s site expenses and that WORKED, I’ve been feeling pretty smug and organized. And creative and stuff. I decided not to go anywhere for a couple of days and have a LOT of ideas (brainstorm), although that will prove to be impossible because I will run out of food.
I was cooking what I DO have when I decided to throw out some bugs in a box. Those Asian Beetles that popped up mostly only in 2005, disguised as lady bugs but bit like hell, all died in my boxes of archives in the little house where they were. I had just found more in a box full of somebody else’s books and opened the door to shake them outside. A pamphlet fluttered to the floor. It was about What The Bible Says.
Today, I don’t care what the Bible says; I care about what Thai bikers say. Nobody will win an argument with me about that because it’s working.
