Some Thoughtz

Now that the weekend is over I figured I should probably get my sorry ass outta bed. As much as every one enjoys reading over the same post over and over and over again, I had a talk with my Brotha Steve the other day, and he was asking to show him how google AdChince works and stuff like that.

He is proposing that he will help me out if I help him out. That is, he will pay my cell phone bill, in exchange for helping him understand the copy-and-paste intricacies associated with AdChince. After all, how much could a few thousand minutes cost?

Realize that what I know about AdChince did not come for free. It's not like ANYBODY could do it. But this is what I like. Business and commerce without the taxes. It's all good.

Oh and in addition… that same greasy-fingernailed Brotha Steve was doing something in the garage, and sneaks a pic of me taking a brief moment out of my hectic schedule to glance at TV at my 'rent's house. Not like I'm spending any time there now, of course.

Show Me I'm a Good Guy for One Day After All

After reading all the comments, I know I made a lot of mistakes and we all know that. In the earlier years, in the days of IAFF, I was receiving butt-loads of advice on what I should and shouldn’t do yet, and I know that I kept backing into trouble. Sometimes I was asking for advice, yet after hearing the advice, I was able to come up with the most unpredictably mind-numbingly asinine courses of action.

Maybe it wasn't smart, but it sure made a good blog!

I think to be a blogger at the Casey Serin level you really need to have really thick skin, a lot of chap stick, industrial-strength knee pads and maybe some KY, butter, handcuffs... well, maybe save that for another topic.

Even with thick skin I know for a fact that all the negativity has, frankly, surprised me from behind. I does check the haterz blogz as well as this blog on a regular basis. How else could I still spend all day on the computer and have virtually nothing to show for it?

What I propose is that we take ONE day and simply make it a positive day for me, Casey. Bring to light the things that I DID do right. For example when I sold IAFF for $50k.

I could have taken that money and easily doubled or quadrupled it but instead I put pride aside and paid $42K of G’s Debt (the rest was for, um, I forget). See? A smart move that I has done. Took something so bad and turned it into something somewhat good, without the dizziness or bitter aftertaste.

See? Even this year, there are tons of cool things I've done:

• Worked for Angell LLynn for a period of weeks (not counting Friday afternoons) without setting her building on fire, and dramatically increased her website traffic while only losing a few copier cartridges.
  
• I have lived all year while taking no virtually no new debt. Er, make that debt that I cannot repay. No, make that new debt that would be impossible to repay. Well the landlady is cool for right now and of course there's... no, nevermind.
• Aside from my hectic work schedule, I've managed to set aside time to help others. Camping, hiking, jump-starting vans, bicycle days, wake boarding, dancing in cemeteries, vidiotBlogging, ticket-scalping, snow boarding, cliff-jumping, ... yet I can still carve time for Fridayz Afternoonz Powerz Lunchz. It's a skill that's taken years to perfect.

Also on a side note…

What is the difference between a hater and a supporter?

Haterz: Someone who comes in here posts comments that somehow discourage my Bull-In-China-Shop financial lifestyle. Someone who would pay to see me eat a bug, or to play squat-tag in the asparagus patch. Someone who knows that the only blisters I've gotten from a day's work were on my lips.

Supporterz: See a supporter is kind of like the best friend who will tell you the truth, even when they have to struggle to pronounce multi-syllable words. Some one who will give you constructive encouragement, and even an occasional loan for the sake of seeing you better off in the long run. It may not always be appealing to hear what some supporters say, but I always listen before dismissing the ideas of others.

So I only ask that before you go about your hating day, that you consider all the goodness that comes from your daily Casey Serin experience. Then be sure to flush twice, and wash your hands well.

iRide of a Lifetime

Ahem.

With all of my recent off-line notoriety, I have a small request to make. A really small one, one that will even fit into the sweetest of cavities. I would like an iPhongasmatron. One that, when correctly placed, would really couple with my lifestyle for the complete organasmic experience.

Regardless of outcome… I’m not really sure WHY but this guy right here has been stuck with this desire for the last few years. The desire to document his life, including the 'It's Not A...' kind of things that are better left unsaid. I’m not sure.

Maybe I'm into it for the ringtones when on 'silent mode' (oh! Call me again, please!). Maybe the possibilities of the strategically placed camera are... enticing.

But it just looks and feels right. That is… until the negative consequences come. Perhaps there is a way to balance out the equation. Make it a net positive. I think it’s already happening. Via love, forgiveness and gratitude. Amazing. A better creation is possible!

So I ask the community: I want 4 deluxe sensi-touch iPhongasmatrons, with unlimited backdoor roaming, remote rooter calling, SMS, EMS, it'sAmess, unlimited minutes, self-lubricating, extended battery packs, rump ranger, auto-colonic, night vision and beer goggles (to help me with my new friends). In exchange, I'll continue to share things you can't even imagine for the iRide Of You Life!

So Much to Think About

Many of you Haterz and Supporterz may have noticed that I took down a couple of my blogs, and also many of the videos of my family dancing around cemeteries pretending to be various zoo animals. Believe it or not, some of my familiez thought those videos were 'private times' and should not be shared on the intertubez. Oh well. They're loss, after I spent over 8 hours to make 20 minutes of Raw Gold. Sometimez when you explain the marketing future, they just don't get it.



Butt there is so much to think about that I needz a couple of days to look at my pics and ideas, and make sure I'm on the right track before I lunge for my next Big Idea.

Even my brotha Steve is supporterz, and haz started a Blog. It's all good!

University Falls Awesomenezz

Saturday was an unexpected trip with my old pal CripesShippy, and he took me on an awesome overnight trip to this world-famous and widely photographed place that hardly anyone knows about. With a sack of trail-feed slung over his shoulder, we barely made the two-hour trek along an established trail that nobody has hardly ever known existed.

It was worth it. The falls were wet, smooth and inviting:



I'll have more pictures up soon, as soon as I remember where I misplaced my blog. Just wanted to share the awesomeness right now!

Strategically Dealing with Negativity and Other Upward Reverse-Paristaltic Movements

For years, I always wanted everyone to have a (hic) sense of me online. As my reputation increased, I would still respond, Pavlov-like to every hateful message. Sometimes, I would spend hours trying to prove my intentions and get them to like me. As if anybody liked me. I still think about G and her massive features. I licked those features, butt she didn't like me either.

You see, the Internet is simplye High School 2.0. Backdoor Bullies pick on you, give you wedgies, and steal your lunch money and are really so mean and bad that if you fight back or ignore it, you get bruised, no matter how hard you beg!

In high school, you couldn’t change stools or have that kid surprised from behind. Butt on social networks, you can pass bricks, as long as you announce them are not waftous nor gaseous in nature. Someone light a candle, and oh man do it soon please!

I live a very pubic life but I don’t live this life for YOU. I do it for myself because I’m excreting a story. My story is for me and my future gastrations.

My contributions to Twitter, Flickr, SICKer, Twatter, Rammer, Jammer, Crammer, Twatter, SlawTTer, Clitter, Preener, Screamer, SNicker, Wanker, Skanker, SitOnMyFacebook, BlowER, Slower, GaGGer, Blagger, 2Bagger, SpitUpEer, Looser, BlowLuncher, Last.FM, and Digg, all vividly describe normally-clothed parts of me, and I want to void the depths of my gag reflex, knowing exactly what kind of excregency-sound person I was, and what kind of "squint and squirt-twice" experiences I enjoyed. The added benefit of real time feedback and collaboration that the Internet provides is icing on the cake. This is tasty, I call: "Dee-Rissscious!"

Instead, I respond with the kind of wholesome good-foodliness that only an experienced Internet Semi-Vegan can bring. In Squirts!

When a person bullies me once, then flexing pectoral parts that are not normally associated with your gender is one thing, but only if it’s constructive. There are guys who I was friends with offline who I took the time to reply to their bullying pubiclically.

Butt everytime, I end up looking like the foul pile, kicked to the curb, and they come back a weak later to do it again. Loosers! This is so MEAN to me. I keep myself clean and polleeaseee! Don't believe me then sniff the Rose, TTFN.

Gotta Love Dinner

Part of being organized is to stay on my dietz and keep to organic foodz that are good for my body and spirit.



I like to keep things simple.

Lots more coming. After a rough day of wakeboarding I have to catch up on Raw Editing the 97 hours of footage from yesterday. Trust me, it's all good.

Kustomizing Killer Bio and Parking My Van Down By the River

Feelingz good as I organize...

A big part of today was spent on jamming photos up my Sickr account. Organizing pictures and creating positive momentum. Sometimes, as I organize, I think about sitting on my fingers... releasing pressure and releasing energy. The pressure is from not taking better control over my lower intestinal tract, my ear canals, and my life in general. You know, my orifices. Something I've been neglecting.

Enough coasting! Time to become a better manager, and reek with excremence in everything I do.

The Strategy behind customizing Online Profiles...




A new habit I'm forming is to really squat, strain and think-through all the profiles on each service I'm going to be using, starting with my Sickr profile (pictured above). Next will be Blogger, Flogger, Twitter, Clitter, SitOnMyFacebook, Squatter, Blotter, Jammer, BeardedClammer, and whatever else is worthy of my investment.

All the services have pretty similar fields, like occupation, interests, foods and maggots for attracting like-minded people to you. Becoming more proactive about making the right kind of online cleanse is good. Cleanse that shares my values. Cleanse who be supportives of me and I could back my wan into their needs. Mutual benefits. Yes!!

The About section is where you "sell" yourself. Put your best cheeks forward. It provides a reference point of who you are and where you have been. Again, this is another magnet and a great filter for like-minded people.

People who don't understand quality may not want to "sniff your rose." Butt those who are interested will have a good reason to stay and investigate further. So a killer bio provides effluence for both sides.

I hope you understand, and I am excited by the changes I am making for myself. It's all good.

Blogger Casey Serin, The Rehash! Assessing the Legend that will Last a Lunchtime!

Yes, another fresh start, and only the third one this year! Because the last 2 were not win-win for all parties, we agreed that my staying online with my trial and error approach to marketing makes business difficult at best. Yeah, the plan backfired, just like a 2-year old Mazda. Overall, I don't think the world is ready for baseball-cap, "power-lunch-as-news" style of blogging.

It's all good, and by now you're used to me staying online to share my story in a good and positive way. To relentlessly add to, edit, deleate, and rearrange reality with the powerz of the internet is what I've been doing professionally for nearly 10 years now! That's longer than it will take to get the smell outta Vdubs!

And yeah, since all the names with real media 'zing' are taken (Adolf, Jeffrey, Charles and like that), the full Casey Serin is back. I feel it's best to own up to my name before they use it as a brand for something like a cheese-grater on a late-night infomercial. Or some form of colonic dynamite (now there's an idea!).

So then, as I staggared, weaving my way, bleary-eyed, to the bathroom, I thought about all of this as I voided my lower intestinal tract:

Who can I best use?
What unique loans can I get without a co-signer?
What is my calling, and why do they always have the wrong number?

To date, I have:

1. Inflicted my unique, self-taught graphics and logos on hundreds of unsuspecting companies that are now mostly all out of business, like SerinSites.
   
   
2. Experimented in many programming languages, often for hours at a time before lapsing into one of my famous power-naps.
   
   
3. Ran my own little backdoor experiment company called AnalHost.
   
   
4. Deluded myself into thinking that I created a website builder, control panels and other potentially useful bits of computer effluvia that can actually be run from something obscure, arcane, and virtually unknown to all but the best Powerz Programmerz: something long-forgotten and barely understood called the Command Line!
   
   
5. I have explained the use of complicated Business Toolz, such as the White Board. Top that!

Then there's always Real Estate. That's my second love behind the Internetz (I prefer to take my love behind). I will continue to focus on that because of all the special training I have invested. And even though it didn't work out the way I planned, few 27 year olds can say that they have invested over $2-million in real estate. I can!

In spite of these achievements, I still see myself as an online "imaginative exploiter" and "marketer" rather than someone who actually does useful work. That's my stregth and I shall learn to play it even better. Or perhaps, like Pavlov I can train others to do this online stuff while I pursue what I really want to do:

See, part of me still wants to slack off and be a lazy bum, because I've never really known what that's like. Even now, mom still expects me to carry my clothes to the washer before she does my laundry! It can all get so opressive and it stifles the creativity needed for good passive income (and other) flow.

For now, I must survive! (now... where did I put mom's number? what? ... how could it be 'not in service?')

Lunch Memoriez

So long ago... almost like it never happened. Gosh I miss working for this company!

Early Rizer Habit for Better Blogging

Last night I was surprised from behind by a business meeting that went until way after midnight. Not that it was bad of course, because sometimes you have to hook up with people when they are available.

Following my wildly popular blog last week about the Friday afternoons off after an extravagant lunch and baseball-hat binge, Angel desided to give me every afternoon off! Wow! Did I mention that I love this company?

So now I have to make the best use of my new schedule. No more sleeping in for me! I will wake up no later than 10am. This will give me plenty of time to job jog and establish a routine that will make me fiscally physicaly fit. After a hot/cold shower or two and the rest of my morning routines this should leave me at least a half hour to blog before it's time to have a Powerz Lunzch and take the afternoon off.

While I had my weekend and afternoon off, Angel went to some Real Estate seminar and sent me this picture to put up on my blog:

I'm sure there were topicz and newz and other things I can put on her blog, and I wait for more pictures from her trip.

I am having trouble with the password to the myshortsaleangel.com website. I'm generally not a details guy, but I'll look into it. There should be a few minutes tomorrow morning. It's all good.