Saturday, September 19, 2009 | How to make money answering other people questions ?

How to make money answering other people questions ?

Wondering whether my title is correct ?

Gotcha, it is true you can make money answering questions if you are an Expert.

The answer is :)

Andy Kurtzig was the founder for and he got this idea of creating a website where people can get quick answers from experts in their fields in 2003 when his wife was pregnant and they were seeking lots of questions regarding health to finance.

JustAnswer is now one of the largest website people come after they want a Doctor, Lawyer, Technician, Programmers and others experts to answer their questions.

If you're an expert in Law, Health, Software or any other areas, then you might consider to join as an expert.

You could help mankind in your free time and plus make some extra bucks.

However, I have to warn you earlier that they have a strict review process before they can accept your application.

So don't be sad if you fail to join.

You will earn when your answer has been accepted by your customer.

For Stage 1 Expert, will pay you 25 % and for Stage 4 Expert you can earn up to 50 % of what customer is offering for an answer.

Once you got 20 USD you can request for payment via Paypal and they will pay you on the fourth business day of the month.

If you have questions, then the steps to seek Expert answer as follows:

  1. Go to, then ask your question and create an account.
  2. Set how much you want to pay and whether you want to pay up front wait for an expert answer. Prepaid question will be answered faster.
  3. Then you will get email notification from whether your question has been answered or the expert requires more information. This you will get within minutes or few hours depends on your luck.
  4. If you are happy with answer, then please accept the answer and pay your expert.

If you any questions about making money at, go to and I will answer your questions there.

Don't post your questions below, I don't get paid.

Just joking, I have not join

That's all folks . Hope you enjoyed the article. Good Day !

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Understand - Please – No more clicking to navigate between website contents

Since the advent of Internet, we are used to clicking the hyper links to browse web contents and jump to next site.

We have programmed our mind to automatically click a link to navigate between contents. Could we adapt to browsing without clicking?

To find out for yourself whether you could kick out your clicking habit, please visit .

This site was developed Ales by to find out whether we could have a better way of browsing without clicking.

Done using Flash and Mysql, it quite interesting how Alex shows us how develop website without the need for clicking.

Already got 600 000 visitors, so there a lot of people are curios about this idea.

Once you are browsing the site, could help yourself to stop clicking. Take a poll and find out for yourself.

We could replace clicking to activate a button by making certain mouse motion from left to right or vice versa, or move the mouse the in circular motion around the button or by time activated.

Or you could come with your own creative idea.

Based on their poll more than 60 % of the visitors “Don't miss the clicks after going to the site”.

Interesting idea and I think in the future to navigate between contents we will not clicking the mouse anymore.

Prepare yourself mentally before you enter the site !

Do you really miss clicking the mouse ?

Gotcha !

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Oliver Beale's now-famous letter sent to Virgin to complain about his flight.

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Below is the full version of Oliver Beale's now-famous letter sent to Virgin to complain about his flight.


Dear Mr Branson

REF: Mumbai to Heathrow 7th December 2008

I love the Virgin brand, I really do which is why I continue to use it despite a series of unfortunate incidents over the last few years. This latest incident takes the biscuit.

Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was subjected to at thehands of your corporation.

Look at this Richard. Just look at it: [see image 1, above].

I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the desert?

You don't get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it's next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That's got to be the clue hasn't it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in: [see image 2, above].

I know it looks like a baaji but it's in custard Richard, custard. It must be the pudding. Well you'll be fascinated to hear that it wasn't custard. It was a sour gel with a clear oil on top. It's only redeeming feature was that it managed to be so alien to my palette that it took away the taste of the curry emanating from our miscellaneous central cuboid of beige matter. Perhaps the meal on the left might be the desert after all.

Anyway, this is all irrelevant at the moment. I was raised strictly but neatly by my parents and if they knew I had started desert before the main course, a sponge shaft would be the least of my worries. So lets peel back the tin-foil on the main dish and see what's on offer.

I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.

Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this: [see image 3, above].

Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's more of that Baaji custard. I admit I thought the same too, but no. It's mustard Richard. MUSTARD. More mustard than any man could consume in a month. On the left we have a piece of broccoli and some peppers in a brown glue-like oil and on the right the chef had prepared some mashed potato. The potato masher had obviously broken and so it was decided the next best thing would be to pass the potatoes through the digestive tract of a bird.

Once it was regurgitated it was clearly then blended and mixed with a bit of mustard. Everybody likes a bit of mustard Richard.

By now I was actually starting to feel a little hypoglycaemic. I needed a sugar hit. Luckily there was a small cookie provided. It had caught my eye earlier due to it's baffling presentation: [see image 4, above].

It appears to be in an evidence bag from the scene of a crime. A CRIME AGAINST BLOODY COOKING. Either that or some sort of back-street underground cookie, purchased off a gun-toting maniac high on his own supply of yeast. You certainly wouldn't want to be caught carrying one of these through customs. Imagine biting into a piece of brass Richard. That would be softer on the teeth than the specimen above.

I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was relax but obviously I had to sit with that mess in front of me for half an hour. I swear the sponge shafts moved at one point.

Once cleared, I decided to relax with a bit of your world-famous onboard entertainment. I switched it on: [see image 5, above].

I apologise for the quality of the photo, it's just it was incredibly hard to capture Boris Johnson's face through the flickering white lines running up and down the screen. Perhaps it would be better on another channel: [see image 6, above].

Is that Ray Liotta? A question I found myself asking over and over again throughout the gruelling half-hour I attempted to watch the film like this. After that I switched off. I'd had enough. I was the hungriest I'd been in my adult life and I had a splitting headache from squinting at a crackling screen.

My only option was to simply stare at the seat in front and wait for either food, or sleep. Neither came for an incredibly long time. But when it did it surpassed my wildest expectations: [see image 7, above].

Yes! It's another crime-scene cookie. Only this time you dunk it in the white stuff.

Richard. What is that white stuff? It looked like it was going to be yoghurt. It finally dawned on me what it was after staring at it. It was a mixture between the Baaji custard and the Mustard sauce. It reminded me of my first week at university. I had overheard that you could make a drink by mixing vodka and refreshers. I lied to my new friends and told them I'd done it loads of times. When I attempted to make the drink in a big bowl it formed a cheese Richard, a cheese. That cheese looked a lot like your baaji-mustard.

So that was that Richard. I didn't eat a bloody thing. My only question is: How can you live like this? I can't imagine what dinner round your house is like, it must be like something out of a nature documentary.

As I said at the start I love your brand, I really do. It's just a shame such a simple thing could bring it crashing to it's knees and begging for sustenance.

Yours Sincererly


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