Money Doubler Update, Empowerism and No BS

I left it until today to check my money doubler positions. It used to be exciting and I would check them at least twice each day. Now I can barely be bothered to check once a week. Well, my double Bot position has changed to 36488 but Cycle It Fast is hasn't moved since last week, I am still position 1896. Matrix Twisted was nowhere to be found but I will give them the benefit of the doubt, it could just be a temporary server problem. I couldn't be bothered with Profit Sharing Hits as nothing changes and I don't know what is supposed to be going on.

Today I did check my position with Empowerism and it looks as if my money is going to double tomorrow, so they are living up to the 5 day cycle. That is bound to slow down, but I don't care as long as my money is safe and continuing to double. This is a quality programme.

There are only a few days left to sign up to nobszone while it is still in prelaunch. This is going to be a monster programme and I am very glad I secured a place at an early date.

Apart from checking out my doublers, I worked on a couple of articles today. I started (and almost finished) a new one about VCR's and old age. Then I did some work on my insomnia article, it was twice as many words as I wanted so I had to make some severe cuts. I think it is very good discipline to have to tailor articles to the length required by the free directories.

I will have to find some more article directories to add to my Ezine Announcer. Stone Evans advice is to submit articles to at least 100 directories and I am not even up to 50 yet, still I am getting there slowly but surely.

No article today but I thought a poem would make a change. It was the thinking about VCR's and old age that brought this on, I remembered a poem by Thomas Hardy about an old man looking in the mirror, he is old on the outside but young within. He says it all in far fewer words and better than I could manage:



I Look Into My Glass

I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"

For then, I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me,
Could lonely wait my endless rest
With equanimity.

But Time, to make me grieve,
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this fragile frame at eve
With throbbings of noontide.



Thomas Hardy