Skip to main content

Auf Wiedersehn, Entre Card

EntreCard, darling EntreCard
Thank you for all your drops so hard
Picture this, I dare not miss,
A single beat, dropping’s neat,
Quite a feat, but now I Tweet.

EntreCard, darling EntreCard
Thank you for your promises of lard
I can’t see, your approach to fees
New ads intertwined, for all time
Theirs and mine, that’s not fine.

EntreCard, darling EntreCard
Thank you for funny cards I disdain
I recalled, nonamedufus enthralled,
How you (under duress?) made a mess
I confess, that’s not all

EntreCard, darling, EntreCard
Thank you for nothing you retard
Though we go, on our separate ways
Still the memory stays
For always my heart says EntreCard

EntreCard, Auf Wiedersehn, EntreCard

Dear "dropper": As you can probaly tell from the above, I'm getting out of the EntreCard business. I'm not placing or accepting any more ads and when my ads in the system run out around mid-April that'll be it. I apologize to serious droppers out there but I find the whole activity just too time-consuming. I hope this results in my having more time to not just visit your blogs but to read them and comment, too. So to all my faithful droppers:

"Danke Schoen"

Comments

ettarose said…
Damn! Am I going to be the only one left? I have too many credits and I WANT MY MONEY!. Just as long as we still see each other at HBdot com we'll be fine.
Chat Blanc said…
Amen to that! (btw, congrats on being the one blog I get to read today cuz I suck and have to do my homework :( ugh!) Rock on!
Me-Me King said…
Nice rhyme. I'm still on the fence, but I may not be too far behind you.
Quirkyloon said…
Did you drink their milkshake Noname?

I think you should.

heh heh
AmyOops said…
i'm slowly getting there.

but your faithful readers will keep coming back for more of your abuse
nonamedufus said…
ettarose: Hey, I'll be right here, reading yer blog and bumpin' into ya in the HBDC forums.

Chat Blanc:I am honoured, Madam. Good luck with the higher learning thingy.

Me-Me: Hey, everyone's gonna make their own decisions. Good luck. And I'll still visit your great blog.

Quirky: I'd love a milkshake. Can I get fries with that?

Amy: That's good to know. Thanks, ma'am.
I'm thinking of doing that too, mostly because I can't keep up with it all, and it takes waay too much time, of which i have none.

But what todo with my credits?
Anonymous said…
Entre-what?

Damn, I'm so glad I don't have a blog. All the stuff I spend tons of time on elsewhere is bad enough. My ass is getting big!

As for the credits - I just found out I have 'credits' on my credit card - like, they give you points that you can redeem for giftcards and stuff. There's tons of stuff on there that I could get but you know what I've been getting?

Starbucks. :-)

Why? Because I'm worth it. And, frappes totally rock.

Auf veiderzehn (sp?) Ciao, and all that, [still likin' the blog]

Ms. Thirty Something
nonamedufus said…
Mary: That's what I found. Took so much time. You should have a contest and pass on your points to the winner.

Anon: I'm glad you still like the blog especially for something other than EntreCard! Thanks...
nonamedufus said…
ettarose: Hey, I'll be right here, reading yer blog and bumpin' into ya in the HBDC forums.

Chat Blanc:I am honoured, Madam. Good luck with the higher learning thingy.

Me-Me: Hey, everyone's gonna make their own decisions. Good luck. And I'll still visit your great blog.

Quirky: I'd love a milkshake. Can I get fries with that?

Amy: That's good to know. Thanks, ma'am.
I'm thinking of doing that too, mostly because I can't keep up with it all, and it takes waay too much time, of which i have none.

But what todo with my credits?

Popular posts from this blog

My Back Pages - November

I read five books last month bringing my year to date total to 61, well past the 50 I estimated at the beginning of the year. And I've yet to get through December.

The month started out with The Nix, the debut novel by Nathan Hill which has been receiving a lot off positive reviews. In it Hill flips back and fourth from the 1968 Chicago protests and 2011 in a desperate search for the truth behind why his mother abandoned him at an early age. In between Hill takes on politics, the media and addiction as well as other aspects of society. It's a well-spun tale and I quite enjoyed reading it.

Next up was the auto-biographical I Am Brian Wilson of Beach Boys fame. This was somewhat of a scattered affair but an interesting read nonetheless. Wilson - or his ghostwriter - however is no Hemingway.

Then it was on to one of my favourite authors, Ian Rankin and his latest tale of now retired Inspector John Rebus, Rather Be The Devil. I never tire of these stories and this is the 21st in …

My Back Pages - 2016

Here, as promised is a month-by-month breakdown of the 67 books I delved into this year. I got off to a strong start and then my intake dwindled for a couple of months until picking back up in April. I'll let you in on my favourites at the end of this list.

January

Here, There and Everywhere:
My Life Recording the Music of the Beatles - Geoff Emerick - ****
H is for Hawk - Helen Macdonald - ***
Close To The Edge - The Story of Yes - Chris Welch - ***
Sweet Caress - William Boyd - ****


February

Purity by Jonathan Franzen 
Still Alice by Lisa Genova.


March

Natchez Burning - Greg Iles
The Promise (Elvis Cole #20) - Robert Crais

April

The Snowman (Harry Hole)- Joe Nesbo ****
Phantom (Harry Hole) - Joe Nesbo ****
The Leopard (Harry Hole) - Jo Nesbo ****


May

George Harrison Reconsidered ***
The Heart Goes Last - Margaret Atwood ****
Dropping The Needle - The Vinyl Dialogues Volume II ***
The Electric Mist with the Confederate Dead, (Dave Robicheaux #6) - James Lee Burke****


June/.July

 Lust and Wonder - Aug…

I Do

It was noon. The sun shone brightly in the sky. Birds chirped merrily in the trees. The sounds of traffic drifted up from the street. George picked up his keys and headed for the apartment door. This was a special day. Perhaps the most special day of his life to date. Today was the day he would ask Georgina to marry him. Georgina was his girlfriend. French. From France.

He'd covered all the bases. He'd bought the ring, a bouquet of flowers and a set of knee pads. If she said "no" at least they'd have a good laugh over the knee pads. If she said yes they'd remember him down on his knees this day forever.

He grabbed everything, locked the apartment door and descended the stairs. The restaurant was nearby so he decided to walk. As he waited on the corner for the light to change he thought of spending the rest of his life with Georgina. Not that he was being presumptuous but he had a good sense she felt the same way too. He was sure it was kismet. And besides wi…