Yesterday, I began using Entrecard — you know, that online business card thingamajig you can drop on various sites and Weird-Oget a day of free advertising (if accepted by the blog manager). I set up four blogs with it and before I knew it four different email inboxes were being heavily bombarded with requests (betcha didn’t know I operated so many different email accounts, did you?)

Anyway, I quickly had to sort through scads of requests, some of which had absolutely nothing to do with what the respective blogs are all about. Yes, your bakery business looks great — I could almost eat your virtual Entrecard — but I’m not sure I have a place for you on my blogs.

The requests came fast and furious as I imagine that there were boatloads of Entrecard users who were just waiting for me to sign up and place the widget on my blogs. Talk about feeling wanted! But, I know there is another side to Entrecard — to get some free advertising and to push up traffic numbers (namely Alexa) on blogs.

Honestly, I’ve barely explored the whole Entrecard culture, preferring people to drop by and visit me before I do likewise. My cards are plain — you think I’m going to pay someone to create cards for me? Not a chance! And, I haven’t found a site that I absolutely, positively want to advertise on. Give me time, I’m sure that moment will arrive.

Some People Are Just Plain Weird

What is it about the internet that attracts weird people? Okay, that answer is anonymity.  If you’re a social misfit when it comes to meeting real people face to face, why not create a virtual version of yourself and enter a world that you have created?

I don’t have to suggest this — lots of people are doing just that. MySpace seems to be the biggest proponent of online weirdness — gee, you think I’m really interested in friending someone whose sole goal in life is to friend as many people as possible on every single social media outlet out there? All right, I admit it: I can’t stand the competition! ;-)

The worst place, of course, is YouTube where anyone can get their fifteen minutes of fame (or shame). I call the site Soap Operas For Sociopaths as not a few people have gotten their fame postmortem. Yes, inflict you tragedy on the masses, commit suicide, and you’ll live in infamy forevermore. Oh, by the way, there is a God.

Off To Entrecard Land

I’m off to Entrecard Land as I’m readying a fifth blog for this madness.  Drop on by — literally — and I’ll see if I can hook you up. Just try to stay on message as you’ll have a better chance of being approved.