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The New CBMegga Store

2006-10-19T14:14:00.000-07:00

They Told Me It Couldn't Be Done...

But I knew It Could. So I Built It Despite Them.

Anything can be done. I knew I could design a
superior program to anything they'd ever seen
before; So I did.

I designed a program with a difference.
A picture's worth a thousand words. That's the
solution. I made it Unique!

A program with an awesome display and essential
customer information.

A program with better search capability. I built a
new Search Engine from the ground up. It never
misses any of the items in the Market Place, and
it's so easy to use.

A program with a free built-in Ad-Tracker and
Statistics Monitor. You can see where you're
going, where your customers come from, and
of course, how many of them there are.

A program that has your links embedded to
capture every sale. A program with downline
builders, members area, and tools to help with
every kind of promotion.

A program with a regularly updated shop window.
It's the Finest World Department Store open 24
hours and always ready to take orders. A shop
window so captivating, it's impossible not to
venture inside.

A program with no hosting fees to pay, ever.
No Domain name to purchase. No maintenance
nor stocking costs to worry about. Nothing ever to
pay again.

A program that positively overflows with features,
is set up in minutes, and is ready to start earning
money immediately.

A program that provides a solution to the millions
of hungry information devotees, the millions of
ever demanding how-to seekers, and the millions
of product research explorers.

A program that from day two, was listed in all the
major search engine directories. It's that good.

A program that its rivals respect, and will want
to emulate for years to come.

The CBMeggastore was designed with all of that
in mind, and more. It's a business straight out of
the box and ready to go. A business where the
customers know they will find exactly what they
are looking for, and go nowhere else.

That works for me, let it work for you.

They Don't Say It Can't Be Done Anymore
I Did It - They Love It - So Will You.......
http://www.cbmeggastore.com

Rodney Wharton is an Internet marketer from Great Britain
Living in Las Vegas USA.

London Bridge

2006-01-14T09:03:00.000-08:00

53 years ago, when I was seven, a great hullabaloo was happening in London. On the South Bank of the mighty Thames people were flocking to see The Festival Of Britain.
It was designed to be as greater showpiece as the Crystal Palace exhibition of Victorian times. This was Great Britain showing off to the world that the "Great" still meant something after two world wars, rationing and a vast re-building programme.
I remember my Grandmother walking me slowly as Grandmothers do, across London Bridge. The bustle of people was exhilarating. There was excitement in the air. No thoughts of not taking the trains or busses then. The word terrorism hadn't been introduced to everyday language. I was never tall for my age, so I could not yet see the Festival splendour, for the people walking in front of me. Strange how certain memories linger all through life. When we arrived however, it was a spectacle to behold.
Crossing London Bridge on that day, seemed like a normal occurrance. Indeed it was. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a bridge across the Thames. An object that got you from one side of the river to the other in London. People used it every day to get to work in the City.
53 years later,on January 7th. 2006, I stood on London Bridge again. This time however, it was not in London but 8000 miles away on another Continent. It was difficult to hold back some tears of nostalgia as we drew close, driving down London Bridge Road in the heart of the Arizona desert, and remembering my last visit with my late Grandmother.
In 1968, London Bridge was sold to America. It was taken down piece by piece, every block was numbered, and it was shipped to Long Beach California, then driven overland to Lake Havasu, Arizona. There it was meticulously re-assembled to span a part of the Colorado River at Lake Haversu. A fantastic feat of engineering. It is as it was except for a new plaque commemerating the inauguration in 1971, when it was formally handed over to the citizens of Lake Haversu by the then Lord Mayor of London, Alderman Sir Peter Studd.
Retracing my steps was thrill. No Fetsival of Britain this time. Just a resort of gift shops and restaurants. What else should there be? The upkeep and the salvation for posterity is a costly business, fully supported by all who visit. It was still a thrill however to walk across a landmark that was once part of my homeland.

Rodney Wharton is an Internet Marketer living in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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"Do you have what it takes to be an e-entrepreneur?".

2005-11-20T20:22:00.000-08:00

Do you have what it takes to be an e-entrepreneur?
Copyright © Stone Evans, The Home Biz Guy
Author of "Dotcomology - The Science of Making Money Online"

These days, it seems like everyone wants to work
from home and make money on the Internet. But
before you even turn on your computer, the first
question you have to ask yourself is whether
you’re cut out for this kind of work.

The fact is, building a home-based business isn’t
for everyone. Some people like the commute. They
really do enjoy having a boss who tells them what
to do, and they like the routine of working
nine-to-five for an ordinary salary that can
barely pay the mortgage. Personally, I think
they’re nuts.

More reasonably, there are people who are
concerned about the risk of starting up their own
business. They’re not sure it’s worth the
investment of time and money, and they’re scared
of the responsibility that comes with running
their own company. They wonder if there is
another way to escape the rat race.

I’m sure there is. You could win the lottery or
wait for your Aunt Sue to keel over and leave you
her condo. Or maybe you could sit down with a pen
and paper and draw the blueprint for "The Next
Big Thing". Anything can happen... Right?

For me, what happened was creating a successful,
self-running Internet marketing system. It didn’t
happen without effort. It didn’t happen without
at least some initial investment of both time and
money and, of course, it doesn’t happen now
without me making sure that the taxes are filed
and the paperwork is done. But it happened.

I’m my own boss. I work from home according to my
own schedule and I get to pocket all the cash my
business makes. If you’re prepared to give an
e-business the time, the work and the money it
needs to get started and get growing, it can
happen for you too.

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Back In Las Vegas

2005-11-02T11:06:00.000-08:00

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It was a long journey back to England, but I didn't mind. It was my first visit to my mother country in over 2 years and I had my children and a new Grandson to see. Flights are boring at the best of times, and I was kept annoyed by the animated restlessness of the lady in front. Twice my dinner landed on my lap because she bounced around like a demented dragon. It was losing the wine at five bucks a glass that really pissed me off. When I asked her to be more sedate and stop throwing the aircraft into a nose dive, she gathered up her long blonde hair and plonked it over the back of her seat covering my TV screen. Had I been allowed scissors on board, she'd now be a Mohican.
The ten days passed smoothly, with barely a sober moment. On the morning of my return to Las Vegas, I was scheduled to meet up with an old friend who had been to France the day before, and was bringing me back some cheese. Now Thanksgiving is not a cheesy kind of time, but the thought of offering my guests something a little different from Minnesota cheddar on such a special day, was irresistible. If any one has ever tried to convey several choice smelling cheeses across the Atlantic, they will know my situation exactly. From the moment I arrived at London's Heathrow I knew it would be a delicate operation. The X-ray controller was perplexed at the different shaped aluminum covered objects nestling in my carry on bag. Twice I detected a desire for him to shout terrorist, dive, dive, dive, but he resisted and seemed to accept that after all, no-one would be so blatant. Then it was the turn of the little Indian lady at the gate. By now of course the cheeses were ripening nicely and no sooner had she unzipped the bag than she took a step backwards, closed the zip again promptly, and let me on my way to the aircraft. She probably still thinks that I had several sets of unwashed sneakers lurking below the newspaper, waiting to pounce on her nostrils out of shear cussedness.
I had to change planes in Chicago, which meant opening the overhead locker to retrieve my bag. "My God" muttered the guy next to me as he beat me to the upright position and threw open the locker, unaware of what was to hit him. I could see the tears welling in his eyes. The Gorgonzola was particularly fragrant after 10 hours of humidity.
I strolled towards Customs. Hmmm, this could be it. I could lose the lot here I said to myself. But luck was on my side. Just before I reached the burly officer, with my declaration form thrust at arms length, he turned away and just grabbed the document without looking at me. He must have noticed my smelly wake however. Too late I said to myself as I hurried to find departure lounge L for my final leg of the journey.
I could see from the moment I sat in my seat that people were sniffing the air. My locker was the only one closed at that stage, but that hid nothing. I could hear mutterings about the fact that someone on the inward journey must have been travel sick, and why didn't the Airline do more to cleanse the cabin between flights. I just clasped my hands tightly together and hung in there.
By the time the plane arrived at Las Vegas the smell was terrible. It had reached almost every vestibule of the cabin, and I was sure I would be found out at long last, as the perpetrator. I sat tight until everyone had left, then grabbed the offending bag and scooted down the aisle and off the plane. The monorail to the baggage claim was now infected with a grotesque odor of bad feet. Only I knew the reason, but queer eyes were looking in my direction. As I descended the escalator I could see the smile on my wife's face. It turned to a grimace as I approached. "Get me home quick" I said, I think we have a problem. Well you have, she stated through clenched teeth. Have you had an accident? I began to explain as my case arrived. I grabbed her tiny hand and whisked her away in the direction of the parking area.
We managed to get it home, and it is now refrigerated and awaiting our Thanksgiving lunch, when all will be re-told to a merry audience, eager to see what I brought back from London.

2005-10-16T20:51:00.000-07:00

The Good Old Days.
Rodney Wharton now opperates several web businesses concerned with Internet Marketing.
HelpfulViews is a Marketing Review Site solely devoted to assessing and finding Internet Businesses that really work.

Las Vegas

2005-10-16T18:40:00.000-07:00

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Does anyone who is sane want to visit Las Vegas? You bet your sweet life they do. That doesn't make 'em sane though. Visitors to my great city can be compartmentalized into three distinct catagories. The Mildly Insane, The Crazy/Slightly More Insane and the Complete Carry Me Away Nutcase. These will be Sub-Domained later.The problem is they were quite compos mentis when they arrived? So what turns a rational sane individual into a raving lunatic the minute the plane touches down at McCarran Airport. Is it the Statue of Liberty at New York New York? as out of place as the Gondolers at The Venetian, or as out of place as The Eifel Tower at The Paris (No not Paris Hilton),or is it the sight of Elvis or many Elvis's strolling down the strip singing Viva Las Vegas as loud as they can. Or, is the burning desire to throw away money in a city that ooooozes unreality and fantasy. This, I think is the single most reason. They come, they want to conquer the unconquerable but the desire to get there throws, rationalty,detailed planning and research out of the window.
As a resident of this completely dotty place, I see both sides of it all. The dichotomy of building six lane surface roads because the traffic requires it when you have to move vast numbers of swaying pedestrians from one side to another. The problem was solved by building moving walkways, to ferry people from one loss making venture to another. But get them there somehow and make it quick. Some win I hear you say, but most do not and do not care one iota. The sense of free abandon lurks heavily. So for the Sub Domains. Three catagories originally can be subdivided. The Mildly Insane can be subdivided by the cause of their insanity. That was when they found out that they'd booked a cheap hotel that doubled as a wedding chapel and the line was 600 deep by midnight, had three Elvis Impersonators and a buttonhole was compulsory. The crazy/Slightly More Insane. That was when they found out they'd booked the wedding chapel only to find out it doubled as an hotel and they were on the end of a line of 600 and had forgotten their buttonholes. The complete carry-me away nutcase is the one who thought he'd booked the Bellagio but they wouldn't accept his booking on a credit check, didn't tell him, just and re-booked him into the only place in town where they could get him in:- Yes you guessed it. The Hotel that doubled as a wedding chapel, had a line of 600 couples which completely blocked the entrance to the bar and they were all wearing buttonholes. The place is home to me, and they're coming to take me away Ha Ha! Visit my website www.how2webmarket.com