It’s been so much time since I started this promotion, that I sometimes ask myself how it’s still going on. How this thing may still be alive after more than two years? Oh, you don’t know what I’m talking about? Here we are:
More than two years ago I started a prom0tion action with one of the oldest Mac software producers, Mariner Software. At that time I was looking for ways to monetize my blog outside the classic display advertising. I decided to interact directly with potential customers and establish some sort of an exclusive promotion activities. This is how it started. The promotion I concluded with Mariner Software included an exclusive promo code, available only on my blog, which will give to any interested customer 30% discount off of any Mariner products. Each month we should generate a new promo code. For example, the promo code for the current month (March 2011) is
In order to use it, you should go to Mariner eStore first. Start shopping around. Once you’re happy, enter the code above into the designated field of the shopping cart. Click “Apply” and voila, your shopping cart should be discounted now.
Just in case you didn’t get the code from the first time, here it is again:
Yes, it’s that simple. I know I could have written a much longer post detailing all the benefits, using some smart text anchors and a lot of vivid (if not downright upsetting) imagery with software boxes and so on. But I didn’t. Because I know my readers. If they want something, they will simply know that and will choose accordingly.
Running For My Life - from zero to ultramarathoner
The spooky thing about depression is that it sneaks in. There aren’t really trumpets and loud voices announcing: “Hail, hail, this is depression entering the room, all rise!” Nope. It’s slow, silent, creepy. It doesn’t even look like depression. It starts with small isolation thoughts like: “Maybe I shouldn’t get out today, I just don’t feel like going out”. And then it does the same next day. And then the day after that and so on. And then it starts to whisper louder and louder in your ears: “Why would you go outside, you loser? Didn’t have enough yet? Want more people to make fun of how much of a big, fat loser you are?”
And then you start to breath in guilt and shame, instead of air. Every breathe you take is putting more dark thoughts into your body.
Until you get stuck. You can’t move anymore. At all.
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