Archive for August, 2014

Observational Ramblings…

Well a lot has happened since I last posted two weeks ago, the CTP Teams contest is getting really interesting with the addition of a new team created by Walter Mulder the “Uber Surfers” team.  They have proven to be pretty formidable, but as like in life, competition breeds excellence and the cream of the crop will always rise to the challenge. 

The Strays have splintered a bit, and Lucky 13 has been the benefactor of that with the addition of Myra P, and Moune Monique to the Lucky 13 roster.  Welcome ladies!! we are glad to have you here, and remember, first and foremost, this is a contest, yes, but the most important thing is to HAVE FUN FIRST!!!  (Side note to Myra…  I KNOW you are a sports fan Myra, and I keep expecting to see your face in the viewers list Sunday nights at the Sports Nerds Show, why not join us… you’ll enjoy it…lol)

Been trying some new surfing habits lately and although I am still working some of the kinks out, I am getting the most out of it and trying to benefit the most to my team at the same time.  I only have about 4 hours a day to surf with my offline work schedule, so it is important to me to hit the best sites for getting XP, as well as for promotion of my affiliate links.  The Daily challenge is always a focus for me, though I have to admit that if the site is not in Traffic Browser I probably wont surf it.  So here is a word of advice to you owners out there that participate in the Daily Challenge, if your site is not in Traffic Browser, you are probably missing out on a lot of traffic.  Now I am not saying that I know how to get more traffic to your site, as I am not an owner and I would not pretend to have such knowledge or be an expert, but the benefit of being listed in Traffic Browser outweighs the negative.  As our fearless leader says… I’m just sayin..

So as we wind up another week of CTP teams, the race is close, and the finish looks to be once again, epic.  This is really fun, I have enjoyed getting to know my fellow team mates, the surf slaves, our Egg Whisperer (you know who you are) and not to end on a sad note, but for those that had not heard, one of our team mates, Kathy Kelly, passed away earlier this month.  She will be missed, and I am sad over losing someone I had hoped to know better.  RIP Kathy, and may you never be forgotten, the TE World is a little dimmer today without you in it. 

Take of yourselves… and each other…


Scott “The Sports Nerd” Wright

Eggs.. Eggs.. echo.. echo.. echo…

Don’t you just hate it when some song gets stuck in your head and you can’t get rid of it for days? This time it’s the golden eggs! Not the song. The eggs. Golden eggs. Thank you, TimTech!


How long has it actually been? I think a week or two. Certainly feels like a month at least. And now every chat (even the dead one) is screaming for the eggs. My Skype is sure blinking a lot and there are eggs.. eggs.. eggs.. Everybody’s searching for them. And no, Walter, I don’t know where they are 🙂 And if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. Not while you are the rival 😀


Anyways, I still see some questions in chats about what are the golden eggs and where to find them. People are searching at very strange sites and are wasting their time.


So… Golden eggs can be found only at sites with xp incremential badges. You can see the list of sites here.


Eggs stay at one of these sites for one hour and appear every 35 and/or 77 pages (just like bombs and keys). And when a new hour begins, eggs run to a new site. Which one? No one knows. Not even Tim (so he says :)).


There are different ways to find the eggs. For example, you can surf some of the listed sites. Or you can ask on chats your fellow members. Or you can bug everyone you know about it. Maybe you’ll get lucky 🙂


Oh and.. I should be actually hunting instead of blogging.

Happy hunting and see you online 🙂


A Lucky 13 Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, long, long ago in a land called ClickTrackProfitica, there was vast farmland through which the River TimTeque ran. The river fed the land with its fresh and progressive waters, making the land bountiful and lush, and all the creatures living and playing throughout the land happy.

There were many farms dotting the landscape of the farmland, including the farm where an orange barn that housed an astonishing number of Rhode Island Red chickens stood. The orange barn belonged to Farmer Tim.

One day in the orange barn, a baby chick was born. This chick looked a little different from the others, and Farmer Tim thought it must be somehow special.

And special it was, this young chicken. Almost overnight (as things tend to happen wherever the River TimTeque runs), the little chick grew into a hen, and immediately began laying eggs.

A short time later, Farmer Tim set about collecting the newest eggs. It took a while, because he had to stop and send messages by Tweeting carrier pigeons to everyone in the land about the newest eggs and draw pictures of them every time he picked a new egg up.

It also took a while because every time he picked up another egg, he also had to send messages by Tweeting carrier pigeon to Sir Guy of TE, far away in the land of Canadia, bragging that his eggs from the orange barn were better than all the eggs in Canadia.

Then Farmer Tim saw the egg of the special chicken, and his jaw dropped, and he made a really weird face (and drew a picture himself, but instead of sending this picture to everyone in the realm by Tweeting carrier pigeon, saved it for unveiling at the next Surf Festival of Sweeva, a weekly celebration in the land).

“Hark!” he called to the local handyman, Young Larry. “Come hither and feast thine eyes upon the egg of my hen!”

The egg shone golden as the sun, and was marked with something that looked almost like ancient writing or hieroglyphics. “What dost thou view on this egg, Young Larry?” Farmer Tim asked.

Young Larry held the golden egg up to the light, squinting. “It saith…  X… P…. the egg saith XP, Farmer Tim!”

And Farmer Tim and Young Larry – as well as all the people of the land – rejoiced, for the Golden Chicken of XP had come to ClickTrackProfitica, dropping Golden Eggs of XP wherever it roamed.

The very presence of the Golden Chicken of XP would change the landscape forever, and all of the people in the land would be even happier, even though it meant they would rarely get any sleep because they would forevermore be searching for the Golden Eggs of XP. (But they’d be delirious from lack of sleep anyway and would never know the difference – they’d still all be happy.)

And somewhere on the other side of the realm, there was another barn marked with a number on the door – the number 13. (It was just around the corner from the local jail.)

Inside the barn marked ’13’  huddled a motley crew of twenty-four ClickTrackProfitica citizens, along with another citizen in shackles with a broken wrist and a very large appetite.

Upon hearing the joyous news of the arrival of the Golden Chicken of XP, a ruckus ensued inside the barn marked ’13’. The ruckus was so loud that the nearest neighbor – a knight known across the land as Sir Matthew of Badura – threatened to call for the authorities and send all the ’13’ people to jail.

No one knows what the ruckus was about that fateful night. Some say it was because the slave, shackled to the nearest piece of machinery by his non-broken wrist and with his very large appetite, wanted to capture and EAT the Golden Chicken of XP, and the rest of the group was understandably horrified. The very idea!

One can only imagine that the slave’s keeper, along with the golden-haired ladies from the Southern part of the realm who were also among the group inside the barn marked ’13’, all said these words at the same time: “Hush, slave! Thou keepest surfing or thou getteth NO MORE food at all!”

And some say that one of the twenty-four was, yes, the Egg Whisperer… yea verily, the stuff of XP legend. Yet if there were an Egg Whisperer, though, he or she is not known.

What IS known is that inside the barn marked ’13’ on that fateful night, a plot was being hatched (!!!) to kidnap the Golden Chicken of XP, so those inside the barn could have all of the XP in the land for their very own.

And somewhere in another land far, far away, a unicorn smiled.

( … to be continued… ) 

(…. somehow, somewhere, sometime … )


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