But something happened, one night while I was sleeping, internet was born and I became a dinosaur.

While I was not getting it, everybody else was launching dot coms or working out of their homes for 20 minutes a day while making bazillions of dollars. Even teenagers were getting rich!

Other than author of Internet Profit Pearls (and he's not sharing), I don't personally know anybody who has been "successful" with internet commerce,but, from what media tells me it's all people I don't know.

Towards end of dot com boom(naturally) I put some money into a "can't miss" "ground floor" opportunity and touted it to friends and relatives. It missed, ended up in basement, lost money and friends but at least my family has started returning my calls.

I recently read a book, "Internet Profit Pearls", which belatedly explains what I, my former friends and family did wrong and actually has some helpful suggestions as to how one might make money on internet without spending much money. You can read first few chapters for free and if you want entire book it will cost you $30. Some of stuff is a little technical but fortunately my 13 year old son understands it (now if I could find a translator maybe I could understand what boy said).

The book contains fortysomething affiliate links. Most of these links are free and each creates possibility of an income stream. The affiliate links are spread throughout book. You can actually get something for nothing.

The part I really liked; after you buy book you can "brand" and resell it and earn about $10 per copy and about another $5 if it gets resold(think I still have some relatives I can talk to).

The writing of this book review came from some strategies in Chapters 4 and 11 and has inspired me to write a series where I,Stupidman,attempt to accomplish some technical tasks suggested in book.

Coming Soon: Stupidman Downloads and Copies a File Stupidman Brands,Sends Email Attachment

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"The catacombs! Yes, I could do it! But what about you and others?"

The prisoner shook his head. "We each will serve God in his own way. But you - take this to brethern." From within his cloak he drew a small scroll made of some animal skin. "I thought it would have to be destroyed with me, but now it seems that is not so. It's a first generation copy of a letter from our brother Paulus to his friends in this city. Give it to others - they will treasure it well!"

Tock tucked scroll into his shell with reverence. Then, before he could think twice about it, he hopped into slimy pit. Oh, stench! At least he had a soft landing. (He tried not to think about reason why.) Tock crawled away as fast as his legs would take him. He made mental note to thank George, his personal trainer, for working him so hard on treadmill in recent weeks.

The dark passage twisted and turned. Tock passed through a broken cistern where he was able to wash off most of muck covering his body. After more wandering in dark, Tock entered a cavernous room dimly lit by sunlight shining through cracks in high ceiling. There were signs that people had been there recently, but not a soul was to be found. Alone and lost, Tock sat down in despair. From within his shell, he pulled out scroll and his laptop. "I wonder how long I've been down here", he muttered. Then, for first time, he noticed that label on center face in his Clock Domain.com Trizoner clock read "Italy".

"Of course!" Tock slapped his shell with palm of his hand. He remembered now that he had set one of three clock faces for Shiverbrook time, one for Eastern Standard (he often phoned his sister in Virginia), and one for corresponding time in Italy (Trik-Tech was sending him there next week on business). He tried to activate Shiverbrook clock face, but it didn't respond. But clock face labeled "Virginia" was active! With a quiver in his green belly, Tock clicked Apply. Immediately, he felt a buzzing in his head again ("Got to cut back on coffee after 10 p.m.", he thought) and his surroundings began to fade.

"Oh no, scroll!" Tock cried. Drat. It would probably sit in that cave for all of history. Nothing to be done about it now.

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