So anyone who knows me knows I hate email.. I even had an email from someone who spammed this blog recently who (and I’m not making this up) complained that having had second thoughts, he couldn’t delete his spam comment.
I probably should publish those emails at some stage, but some dopey prick promoting Sri Lankan dating isn’t all that interesting in the big picture of things.
What is interesting is when a company using the RSPCA name asks you to remove a link to help their SEO ranking with Google.
I’ll note in advance: it’s not the RSPCA direct, but the company they use (and use their name, so guilt by association) to sell insurance.
Here’s the fun first email, cut and pasted into pure text…because you know Google loves that shit, particularly when they’re looking for folks who are trying to game their Google ranking
RSPCA WebMaster firstname.lastname@example.org
4 Feb (8 days ago)
We have recently received a notification from Google stating that our website has unnatural links pointing towards it. This has negatively impacted our search engine rankings and as a result, we are trying to tidy things up. Our website url is www.rspcapetinsurance.org.au, which is part of the Hollard Australia Group.
We have found links pointing to our website from the following pages:
We appreciate this is inconvenient and isn’t a reflection on your website at all, but if you are able to remove the links, we would really appreciate it and would be very grateful.
We look forward to hearing from you.
Hollard Financial Services
P: 02 9253 6600
F: 02 9253 6699
58 Norwest Blvd?Bella Vista NSW 2153 Australia
Team Spirited | Results Driven | Customer Focused
Damn, an insurance company representing the RSPCA (be it that they are a kill shelter, another post, another day) is wanting me to help them game Google by removing an actual link to an actual offer they have up… because they reckon falsely that it’s bad for their Google ranking. Well fuck me
But wait…here’s today’s email (12/2)
We would like to follow up on the link removal request we sent you last week.
We appreciate your time is important and so apologise for any inconvenience.
If you could please take a moment to remove the links as requested in the email below we would be extremely grateful.
If you have already removed the links and emailed us about it, then we thank you for your cooperation and please ignore this email.
If you have any questions please just reply to this email and we will get back to you as soon as possible.
Otherwise we look forward to hearing from you.
Hollard Financial Services
P: 02 9253 6600
F: 02 9253 6699
58 Norwest Blvd?Bella Vista NSW 2153 Australia
Team Spirited | Results Driven | Customer Focused?
Dear RSPCA, do you as an organisation support Google manipulation and fraud?
Decent question given your associated company is running around trying to game their Google results using your name.
Food for thought
Thailand is often referred to as the “Land of Smiles” but surprisingly many people have a pre-conceived notion of the country, particularly if they haven’t been there.
Here’s 3 common myths about Thailand which are completely BS.
1. Thailand is all about sex tourism
This comes to mind in terms of the myth
The big difference with Thailand vs many other places is where the sex industry exists, it’s often (but not always) more out in the open in selected areas vs hidden as is the case in most Western countries.
I’ve read (honestly) that Pattaya, and small parts of Bangkok (Patpong etc..) have all of this “entertainment,” and from the pics I’ve seen (research I promise ) they do. But while other places in Thailand may have small red light districts, it’s all small in perspective…as Bangkok is: BKK is a town of 12 million people, the red light stuff is <0.1%.
The most I’ve seen is Khao San Road (KSR,) the famed back packer street (also in a Cold Chisel song) and I’ve got to tell you that it’s very not happening…hell, Kings Cross in Sydney was 10x more in your face.
In Chiang Mai the only reason I knew it existed is that I was going to the Night Bizarre one night and stopped at an average looking bar for a beer, and this “lady” asked me if I wanted anything more. All I wanted to do was drink my beer
2: You don’t know if a “woman is a woman” in Thailand, might be a “ladyboy”
I wouldn’t think twice.
First time I went to Thailand I just thought I’d see ladyboys (Katheoy) everywhere. I’ve seen less than fingers I have on one hand, and even then I’m guessing because it was always a maybe, such as a receptionist at a guest house I stayed at, a very very tall woman I saw in the Sunday walking street in Chiang Mai.
Note that I mean no offence to transgendered people in using the term, it’s a post about what people think about.
There are, by all reports, a some what significant number of Kathoey in Thailand, but if you visit you’re not about to end up in bed with a Kathoey “accidentally.”
The best thing about Thailand is (perhaps because of the Buddhist side) that people just accept people for who they are, and Kathoey are just part of the general population, often without any issues, or (this is the important part) identification.
3. Every one is out to scam you
OK, so I can’t get the locals rate, but you can negotiate them down
The reality is that most Thai people are seriously honest… as in they use a calculator to add up your bill at a restaurant to make sure you’re charged the right amount…vs say somewhere like Indonesia where you can’t even walk into a local version of a 7-Eleven without them trying to rip you off (I spent 3 weeks in Bali..never again.)
Thai’s have got to be the most honest people I’ve ever met, 99% of the time. Yes, watch out for the tuk tuk scams and a small number of others (try to get a Bangkok cab to use the meter is impossible, despite the fact it’s a legal requirement posted in print on the OUTSIDE of the cab) but really, as South East Asian countries go, Thailand is great in terms of honesty, and you’re just as likely to be ripped off in Australia.
Merry Christmas Dec.
Never forget that your Dad loves you, and there’s not one day at all that I don’t think about you and wish that I could see you, spend time with you, or even talk on the phone with you.
I hope you had a great Christmas.
Never forget that when your told your Dad doesn’t want to see you, or won’t ring you on Christmas Day, that it’s your mother who doesn’t allow this.
You see, to see you on an ongoing basis I have to do a course that involves basic cooking skills; you’re told that the “court” dictated this but the court simply stamped what your mother wanted.
And the mere fact I cant even talk to you this Christmas is because your mother stripped phone calls out of her court order…and she’ll tell you that she will allow you, but the last email I received from her she stated that if I ever tried to contact her and you again she’d take me to court…and get me into trouble with the police so to speak if I ever tried to find a way to contact you via phone again.
Hopefully one day Declan you will remember that I wasn’t evil, and work out for yourself that while your father would love nothing more than even to talk to you on the phone today, tomorrow, or anytime in the future, I’m not the one preventing this. I’m also not the one preventing me seeing you.
There are 2424 days from today until I can legally contact you. I can only hope as you get older that you might like to contact me, as there’s nothing in your mothers orders that prevents you doing so.
Love you always Dec.
Before I start, let me say that the following comes with a warning: I’m not a lifestyle guru, nor am I a life coach, any sort of guru, or any of the god knows how many sites who are promising you the world based on an idea.
But here’s the catch: I have an idea.
The following should be taken with not a grain of salt, but with about a dozen bags of it, because like way to many people blogging theses days, I’m not an expert just because I have an idea that may or not be good.
In the new year I’m hitting the reset button on my life.
I’ve had some amazing experiences, successes, but I’ve also had some fucking tragic awful failures, be it mostly in my personal life.
Yay, I can build a website up. Nooo I fail at relationships, although I can survive them from anywhere to 3 months through to 9 years (with most <2 years.)
A friend (and I wish I could remember who) once said to me that you will only be ready for a relationship when you are comfortable with living by yourself.
After nearly 10 years of marriage the whole concept sounded wrong. The thought that I could live alone was wrong, and after the separation then divorce all I did was try to fill my life with someone else.
I’m not suggesting that anyone reading this can’t, or shouldn’t have someone in their life, but it’s an interesting point: “you are only ready for a relationship when you can live with yourself” (I know that’s not what I wrote above, but in each instance, it’s words to that affect.)
I can live with myself now. Actually, at this point in my life, I’m quite happy doing so. It only took 38 years
I’m currently planning to move back to Chiang Mai, where I spent roughly 4 out of the last 6 months in. I love the place, but I’m not using this post to explain why, I’ll save that for another post.
The moral/ idea of this post/ story is that you can be happy alone (with salt ) I know it’s hard and hell it took me years to accept it but as I write this I know that I’m going to be far more happy alone than I will be in a relationship (and that’s putting aside the BS I’ve dealt with.)
I only wish I could remember who told me about being happy alone so I could credit them.
I’ve been there, done that, and if you are going through any relationship issues, or alone issues, know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and you can be happy alone.
I’m not going to open up a call centre here but if you want to talk about your probs, or ping my brain: duncan at nichenet.com.au Happy to talk.
But again, as per the heading: the reset button is coming. I hope to get back in Chiang Mai ASAP and come January 1st I’m pressing that button.
(insert guru stuff here) YOU CAN DO THAT
OK so I’m taking the piss now but seriously, I am, and if anyone reading this has had any doubts, you can as well.
One of the biggest failings in my life, personally, in business and even in a gig, is that I’ve been way to trusting.
The reality is that over and over again I get screwed for being so trusting.
I should theoretically be in Melbourne as I write this; I’m not. I’m in Chiang Mai.
I’d paid to go home to Melbourne but got bailed on at the 11th hour. So be it.
But I can say it’s not the first time I’ve been deceived either. Sort of the story of my life.
I’d booked to see a Stephen Fry and Kevin Smith maybe 3-4 years ago..and go bailed on in the end…I still went though
There’s more behind that, but I won’t carry on.
But I will say this: never trust a woman when it comes to promises, even if you are married.