A wonderful opportunity for anyone named Evan Morris.
So I see that if I Google my name I get about 54,000 hits. Even given that maybe a third of those refer to me (a fact I find very distressing for some reason), that still leaves a lot of people sporting what I like to think of as my name out there.
But, as I have pointed out before, I happen to own the evanmorris.com domain. And I plan to keep it.
But I also have, and this is where things get interesting, the only other plausible "evanmorris" domain, evanmorris.net. Yeah, there's an evanmorris.info and an evanmorris.org out there, but ".org" is for organizations and ".info" is for losers. Evanmorris.us? Please. Evanmorris.name? Sounds like the start of an Abbott and Costello routine.
Now, I notice that a large number of Evan Ms out there are, shall we say, lucky children. Daddy is a hedge fund manager, Mommy is a senior partner at some big scary law firm, that sort of thing. Bravo, well done. And little Evan plays soccer at Greenwich Country Day or the like, and will go to a good college and probably end up an investment banker.
But when it comes time for not-me-Evan to stretch his golden wings and start his very own boutique firm trading in Martian oil futures, OH NO! The cupboard will be bare, domainwise, because Mom and Dad forgot to buy evanmorris.net from that cat farmer in Ohio back in 2007. Weeping, wailing, and enough resentment to fuel years of therapy will ensue.
Bad, bad, Mom and Dad. You'll spend five grand on the kid's 16th birthday bash, but won't spend that much on his internet future? And, since we all know that the internet is the future of everything, you might as well enroll little Evan in rehab right now.
So, here's your chance, Mom and Dad. Invest in the little nipper's future. Submit your bid to evan@evanmorris.com.