Brent Spilkin

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Its Saturday and almost the end of November. When the fuck did that happen?
Another year with the same direction but a little more speed. Perhaps. I sit
at my desk listening to the clacking of machines downstairs, churning out
more product for the every more picky pickle eaters out there. Those damned
consumers. They have been lead to believe they deserve better and higher
quality goods at reasonable prices by the large national overbearing chain
stores. You know the ones that are looking out for your own good, but
sitting on stock piles of cash and property.

Shop in better stores. Buy prettier products. Buy natural. Watch the fat
content. Blah blah bleugh. What happened to Mrs. housewife that wanted a non
branded product that was homemade and real quality? No, even today, non
branded lines are huge brands on their own.

I have heard the elders talk about the risks and perils of dealing with the
large multinational players. I heard exactly what they said. The warnings.
The threats. But I know better. I know what’s good for me. I like to but
pretty natural products in clean isles. So that where I want to be. WRONG.

I am now becoming an elder. I have felt their pain. I have made the same
mistakes they did. And now I’m telling you to stay small, independent and
out the big boys’ isles. Run your own business. Make your own decisions. Be
a no-name brand.
The wound is raw. The pain is real. The lesson learned.
B.

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Twitter. (TW)

Yes I chose Twitter over Facebook or any other Social network – even though
it doesn’t have its own blockbuster movie yet.

Besides the hours of distraction from “real life” issues like work, traffic
and crime stats, TW gives me the opportunity to meet and mingle with people
in “real life.” Now a “tweet-up” really is as geeky as one can get, short of
a tweet-up with the “society of pocket protectors.” So I don’t attend
tweet-ups. I attend what I like to call “informal TW group blind dates” for
boys and girls alike. Its bulk. Its discounted. Its less stressful and it
Rocks!

TW has given me the right to be obnoxious when I want, sexually deviant most
of the time and allows me to interact with people who would normally never have
access to me. Now that’s arrogance I can’t get enough of. Thanks TW for
giving me the gift of meeting new people and then un-following them at will.

Use it, don’t use it.
@spillly

(with 3 L’s , bitches)

Cool.

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Welcome to the US of A.

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