Well, I may get whiplash from this rollercoaster life (if I don’t get it from doing yet another faceplant trying to walk on the slippery boardwalk). As some of you know, the Daily Dot and I have parted company. That was planned and a very long time coming, but it had to be done and it was done last week when I sent in the final invoice and, well, it was sad but it was better if you know what I mean. Then I moved to a place where my rent is paid with two hours a day of wood chopping, compost researching, boardwalk repairing, etc, started losing weight automatically, and all was well.
Yesterday, raincoaster.com celebrated its eighth birthday! I still remember all 64 of my first day’s hits, which I got by begging in the comments section on Boris Johnson’s blog.
That left me with Ayyyy.com as my sole paid gig.
Guess what happened to Ayyyy.com today.
Alas, good readers, the time has come to take the last pumpkin coach home from that glamorous land known as the Manolosphere. I will miss you all, even if you never DID enter the caption contests. Think of me when you snark on the Kardashians and the spirit of Ayyyy will never die.
As Plumcake told me, I did at least last a year longer than everyone else, but the Manolosphere is no more. Was fun while it lasted.
Now I have several options and, typical for me, I’m doing all of them:
- working on my own news site, aiming to be to cyberwar, Anonymous, and hacktivism what the Financial Times is to money. In talks with a super-secure web host you can probably guess, dependent on revenue. It will need to be ad-supported because I don’t want to go the Kickstarter route for a profit-making website, and I insist on paying the writers
- setting up another series of workshops on Bitcoin, WordPress, and social media. It’s a quick way to generate several hundred dollars a day, and I’m a damn good teacher
- applying for blogging, reporting, and social media jobs. There are enough of them out there that surely one is for me. Heck, Matthew Keys’ old job is officially open!
- freelancing on occasion, although (see item 1 in this list) there is no website where this sort of thing fits easily. Eteraz wants me to write some OpEds to break into that highly coveted niche, and god knows, I’m opinionated enough.
It’s a damn good thing there’s whiskey in the house, let me just say. And caffeine.