Holy
crap in a Bundt pan...
Due to the
recent well-publicized shortage of
amateur websites produced by assholes who consider themselves to be
clever, I
have been called into action. My name is Jeff Kay, and I’m an
Ugly American living
on the cusp of a mid-life crisis, near Scranton, PA. And I’m here to
serve, baby.
The
State of My Fat Ass A journal of
sorts, updated every once in a while.
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I hate to even go into all this, because it's not very funny. In fact,
it's not funny at all. But I spent a big part of the weekend thinking
about this website, and how we've somehow arrived at one of those
proverbial crossroads. I'm concerned that TheWVSR as we know it may be
in jeopardy, my friends.
Please allow me to explain....
I was in a unique and perfect situation with my job. I was working at a
large manufacturing/ distribution facility that operates 'round the
clock. The company that actually paid (pays) my salary is located in
California, and I had to sorta straddle the Eastern and Pacific time
zones. Because of the three-hour difference, the workday here is almost
half over when they're just getting cranked-up in Burbank, and those
Cali boys can sure generate their share of last-minute mad-scramble
Chinese fire drills. So I went in later than most people, and drove home
in the dark.
This schedule allowed me time in the mornings to write my ridiculous
updates, and still put in a full-day's work. And I can't see that
happening again. Ya know? I just don't believe there are too many
zone-straddling opportunities available out there.
No, when I do go back to work it'll almost certainly be a
"normal" deal, where I'm required to arrive at 8:00 am, or
whatever. And if there's a commute on both ends of it.... Well, you can
see what will happen to the site: it'll sit dormant most days. There
simply won't be any time for me to maintain it. I can imagine a scenario
where I'm struggling to squeeze out one pathetic update per week, on
Sunday mornings or somesuch.
And that makes me sad. It sounds like a joke when I say this site is the
only thing that keeps me sane, but I suspect it may be true. Except for
my family, it's my favorite thing. I'd probably go spiraling into
depression if I didn't have TheWVSR to cling to. That, or I'd get really
into collecting things, and spend my evenings in the basement wearing a
jeweler's glass.
Will somebody please hold me?
Some of you have suggested I make an effort to "monetize" the
Surf Report, and try to turn it into an actual business. And while the
realist in me scoffs, I have to admit it's a mighty appealing idea. I
know there are people who maintain sites similar to this one, and
reportedly make a living from it. Why not me too?
Well, I did some research and it appears
those folks thrive on a combination of ad revenue and donations from
their readers. None charge for content, via subscriptions or anything
like that, it's just voluntary contributions. One doesn't even run ads
at all, it's completely reader-supported.
So... I'm going to give it a shot. Over the next few weeks, while still
looking for a real job, I'm going to explore the idea of having TheWVSR
overhauled by a professional site designer. I think it looks amateurish,
and I'm ready to take a shot at legitimacy with my very one "web
guy." I want the RSS feeds to work automatically, I want it to be
slick but cool, and I want to be able to update from any computer. I'm
willing to plunk down some bucks to make it all happen.
Also, I'm going to research ad programs, and try to hook up with a good
company. I've got a half-assed hodgepodge going right now, with no focus
or clear strategy, and the results have been predictably lame. TheWVSR
receives thousands of unique visitors every month, and an impressive
number of pageviews. I'm confident I can get better results.
I've been monkeying around with a secret side project as well, a planned
one-shot zine-type of booklet to be called My West Virginia Jobs.
I've got a complete first draft finished, about 20,000 words, and am
going to work hard at finalizing it over the next few weeks. I'm hoping
it'll generate a little excitement, and maybe lead to something fun.
More on that later.
And here's the hard part.... I'm asking for your help. I've set up
donation accounts with both Amazon and PayPal, and added a big red
DONATE box at the top of the second page. If you believe the site is
worthy, I would appreciate a small monthly contribution. Or hell, if you
can swing it, a large monthly contribution. Whatever.
If you can't, or don't want to contribute, that's cool. I can't see who
is or isn't dropping anything in the ol' tip jar, so there's no social
pressure here. The last thing I want is for anyone to walk around with
deep-seated Surf Report Guilt.
One last request, as if I haven't asked enough already.... Please tell
your friends and enemies about the site. If I have even the tiniest
chance of pulling this off, I'll need to increase the readership.
So, if you know someone who might enjoy what we do here, please spread
the word. It's important.
And that's about all I can stomach. God, I feel like I need to take a
shower.... I appreciate your help with this particular pipe dream, and
promise not to whore myself too much in the coming days.
Tomorrow I'll tell you about our very first encounter with the
cluster-fuck that is the Scranton St. Patrick's Day Parade. To whet your
appetite, here are a few pictures
I snapped. Man, talk about your picture-taker's paradise.... If the
Secrets hadn't complained so much, I might still be down there.