Wake up and smell the blipping coffee

Here, let me (and Paddy) tell you one thing. One thing I learned at a worryingly young age: there is no such thing in life as a free meal.
I don’t know what’s wrong with you people these days. No one is prepared to pay for nothink.

On the freebie gravy train we all want to ride. Who in their right mind would pay for software, movies, music or images when they are out there for free, for all to use?

The reality of things is that nothing is for free.

As Polaroid found out when they bought a dud site whose numbers had been artificially inflated a couple of months prior to the mighty partnership.
I still haven’t forgiven that number-manipulation exercise when my granny and my auntie and Michele and Carmen and Nana were coerced into registering so that they could read more than 5 blips before being booted out.

By then I had already stopped advertising blipfoto around me. The warm-feeling-in-the-pit-of-my-stomach had evaporated a good while before that.
Blipfoto had become a product. Another social media platform, obsessed with expansion, fame, fortune, truckloads of virtual money, awards, conferences, talking big with the big boys, and kittens. Shitloads of kittens, and rainbows, and birds, and the Chancellot mill, and puppies, and Cigs tags, and royalties, and a one-eyed whippet, and someone’s dinner, and the brew shed, and dewy spider webs, and disturbing geography teachers in full movember mode, and the last car to die in the Soob car hospice, and lads growing before your eyes, or Stella’s, and antipodean babies turning into beautiful toddlers, and another sunrise over Dublin, and cake, and tennis, and stags in the morning mist, and craftytitties, and “ah well until tomorrows”, and great DOFs, and Lee Ann’s pussy, and pretty flowers, and not-so-pretty flowers, and Annie’s daily Spanish lesson, and transatlantic apples, and transatlantic padre pios, and the latest sexiest bit of Birmingham concrete, and His Lordship’s latest escapade to the hills. And need I say more?

What I was trying to say here, is that each and every one of us can still find what they look for in Blipfoto.
The proof being that you are here. Right now. Reading this.

Have you pledged? Because the free ride (or free roide as we say around here) is over.
There are investors who need to be given their pound of flesh (may they choke on it, the soulless greedy bastards).

Then we can start again. Afresh. With sustainability in mind rather than meteoric expansion (meteors have a nasty tendency to crash down fast too…)
What did you say? You only have a fifty note on you? No worries, we’ll give you change.

But in the words of Sir Bob Geldof, pledge, for fuck sake.

If you read this, you are using the site.
There is no such thing as a free meal.
Let’s pay the bollixes off and move on.
It’s the CIC in the arse we all needed.

There are four guys out there bursting their nads to try and get it off the ground.
For the community.
Let’s pay off and reclaim. And recapture the warm feeling in the pit of the stomach.
 
PS: Paddy and I know where you live.

PPS: Oh, and Happy New Year everyone.