Spending Sprees

Registering bullshit domain names is one of the things I blow big bucks on in moments of mania. Domain names were MADE for me: they involve word conjuring and manipulation, they're at the very centre of the World Wide Wonderland, and they've got this kind of virgin territory gold-rush fever about them.

But the real kiss of death occcurred in 2001. In '99 I had registered division25.com (Why? - because Y is the 25th letter stupid!). Next thing this architect from New York contacts me and wants to buy the spaz domain. Turns out a division 25 is some type of planning regulation in NYC. So I ask a big price (especially when converted into feeble South African Rands) and hey-presto, BP Guy's bank account is full of cash.

Was full of cash. Like the first-time casino winner pours back his winnings 5 fold into the casinos coffers, yours truly pours out cash to the domain registrars.

Here are some of the names I presently hold:

L-I-N-K-E-D.com (my fav)
unHERE.com (definitely a manic moment there)
BiPolarDaily.com (for when there are like 10 000 visitors a day visiting this blog and I'm earning $1000 per 24 hours via Adsense for plunking my daily dose of wisdom onto the screen)
LIVEonOD.com (shortly going to be sold to Google)

Last year I went on a wild goose chase with "-e"s. I had:

Technolog-e
Celebrit-e
Gastronome-e
Cheek-e (X rated, you understand)
Actual-e
Surger-e
Therap-e
Eez-e

Listed them all for sale on verious Domain Exchanges, but didn't get one damn measly cent. So they've all lapsed now.

As for South African domains (.co.za) I've got 43 domains for business purposes (which I won't list here). South Africa, by the way is about 8 years behind the rest of the world in internet advancement, so you can even pick up some 2 letter domains. I recently got:

4q.co.za

which is kinda cool because in strong Safrican accents "Fuck" comes out more like "Fork" so 4q = Fuck You".

Also got:

blurt.co.za
theblog.co.za
actually.co.za
philosopher.co.za
decide.co.za

But getting back to mania. In YeeeHaaa states, it's not uncommon for me to wake at 2am with new .com ideas. I leap up and race to register.com to see if anyone else has come up with this gem, sprinting as fast as I can in case somebody snatches it a tenth of a second before me. I've gone whole nights like this - totally wired, unable to get .coms out of my head, leaping up every 10 minutes. Mrs M hides the credit cards at these times.

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Gonna work today. This week's rapid cycling put my business WAY behind, and unless I start getting my A into G, I'm gonna have irrate clients, whom Got-a-gun will probably have to deal with :(