The site is optimized for people with assorted physical or mental limitations, so it has a high accessibility rating, but anyone can use it. If you have trouble with choice-paralysis or time management, Goal-Fish looks like a more effective solution than some of the simple to-do prompters already extant. So if you have friends with those kinds of challenges, pass the word.
This is a crowdfunded project. Your donations keep the site going. It's a distraction-free zone with no ads, so donations are the only income. Anyone can use the site free, and access the generic features without an account. Registering is free and lets you add some of your own categories and tasks. Donations allow you to add even more categories and tasks.
Let me put it this way: I am me. I am not going to change who I am for the sake of pleasing people I neither like, respect, nor admire. Many people have tried and failed in this endeavor. It will be infinitely less painful for all concerned if everyone who has a problem with who I am is made aware of this in time to avoid me. If you think I'm awesome and want to hire me, great. If you're thinking about hiring me and something I've said freaks you out, please go the fuck away before you hurt yourself on my pointy bits. Giving me money grants access to my professional mode and bumps you up my priority queue; it doesn't make me a different person. Proceed accordingly.
The one thing it doesn't specify that I really want is a crowdfunding feature so people can buy poems on the site once it opens. If that appeals to you too, feel free to mention it to the builders.
However, I don't think it will be as effective as offering free samples. If you've written a whole book, posting the first chapter free makes sense: if you haven't hooked readers by then, face it, you were never going to get their money anyhow. Short first chapter? Make it the first three.
The February 5, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl met the $200 goal for a free epic. This one was selected in an audience poll.
This poem came out of the October 2, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from e_scapism101 and janetmiles. It also fills the "tyranny / rebellion" square on my Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card. This poem belongs to the series P.I.E. You can read more about Judas goat, scratch monkey Tabris and Westminster Quarters online. And yes, the tree ordination is real.
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While this wouldn't work for me personally, it's gradually attracting more interest and appeals to some people depending on what they use a computer for. That last is crucial, because different devices excel at different things.
I remember this program, though in other lives I usually encounter it as a hologram. This is it, though, an early little version of the explore-the-galaxy program that humans will be playing with in space one day. It makes me so happy to see this. I've seen even earlier versions and I always stop to play with them. I love these things. Science made this. I love science with a deep and fiery passion, and things like this are why. Even when I can't fly between the stars in body ... I can still do this.
Happy, happy little soul.
Computers were born out of drudgery
and the desire to escape it,
innovation driven by laziness.
For a long time,
they retained the roots
of their humble origin,
requiring long hours of code
to accomplish things
that the programmers
imagined ought to be easy.
Then someone rediscovered
an old grimoire and found
They lifted servants
from the infernal plane
and bound them fast
with lines of light and metal,
Enochian and code.
They were discreet about it,
for the most part, but occasionally
a word would slip out --
IMP software and mailer-daemons.
People called the programmers
computer wizards, but in actuality
they were cybernetic sorcerers.