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A couple of months ago, Like-the-Dewer, Terri Evans, read an email requesting entries for Dotster’s Next Big Small Business Contest. The winner would receive a modest cash prize and, more importantly, some promotion. Dotster is
LikeThe.Dew.com’s internet host. Terri spent untold minutes preparing an essay describing LikeTheDew and submitted it.
On July 30th, Dotster announced that LikeTheDew is one of 20 finalists* (we don’t know how many entries they received, but hope it was over 20) and all we had to do in the next step was to create and submit a two minute video about our site (that will teach Terri to read the fine print in the contest rules). The deadline for submission was midnight, Thursday, August 7th – one whole week.
We blew most of the time talking about great video ideas while drinking beer. Most of the rest talking with people who would love to help, but just didn’t have enough time. So we started Wednesday afternoon (the day before the deadline) on our do – it – yourself – whatever – can – be – done – in – one – day – without – spending – a – dime – video. Click here to see it.
* We had our prize choice for being a finalist of a free webcam or a $50 iTunes. They shipped the webcam before we were able to say we didn’t need another. Anyone want one? Email: Terri@LikeTheDew.com
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