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Kim called, “How’s my man?” “Hi Princess. Could be better.” “How’s that?” “This site’s a flop.” “This site? Gurf.com?” “Yeah, sorry to say.” “No way. The most original humor on the net, without equal.” “Thank you, but humor from God Almighty is no good if it’s delivered to empty chairs. No traffic. And I’m too small to even warrant mention at F---edCompany.com, so I can’t even cop a funerary bean-count.” “The old traffic jam. The bane of every site owner. How ’bout if I stood buck-naked in the middle of Broadway with your URL greased front and back. How much would you pay me?” “All the money I have. Seventy-five cents, last count. I’ve got a better idea. Namedance.com’s doing okay— a niche site. I’m staying with niche sites.” “Make gurf a niche?” “No, make an entirely new site. When I visit my school buddy Marvin in Indy, we grab the camera gear, hit the back roads, and photograph round barns.” “Round barns? How’d you get on that?” “Same way you’d get on windmills, lighthouses, or covered bridges. They’re unusual, picturesque, nostalgic, romantic— fields, sky, earthy smells, rolling in the hay, etc., etc. And there’s even an annual Round Barn Festival.” “No one’s heard of round barns. Stick with covered bridges. Coveredbridges.com.” “Taken. I checked.” “Net, then.” “Taken.” “Org.” “Taken. Anyway I don’t want dot-anything unless I also have the com. My own advice.” “So roundbarns.com. Taken I suppose.” “Yes taken. By me.” “You’re going to this Round Barn Festival?” “If funds permit.” “Can I come round?” “Can you roll around?” “I can roll round and round.” “Come round then— and stick around.” |
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