Dear 43 Things Users,

10 years after introducing 43 Things to the world, we have decided we have met our last goal: completing the incredible experience that has been 43 Things. Please join us in giving one last cheer to all the folks who have shared their goals with the world, as well as all the people who have worked at The Robot Co-op to build this incredible website. We won a Webby Award, published a book, and brought happiness to a lot of people.

Starting today, 43 Things users can export their goals and entries from the site. Starting August 15, we will make the site “read only”. 43 Things users will still be able to view the site and export their content, but we won’t be taking any new content from users. We hope to leave the site up for folks to see and download their content until the end of the year. Ending on New Year’s Eve takes us full circle.

It has been a long ride (one of our original goals was to "build a company that lasts at least 2 years” - we beat that one!) While we wish the site could live on, it has suffered from a number of challenges - changes in how people use the site, the advertising industry, and how search engines view the site. We wish the outcome was different – but we’ve always been realistic about when our goals are met and when they aren't.

As of today, you will be able to download your goals and entries. See more about that on the FAQ page. Thanks for 10 great years of goal-setting and achieving.

- The Robots.

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post random questions daily and see if anyone plays with me and answers them :) (read all 43 entries…)
Lets gert Personal,, shall we.... ??????????

Would you dare to answer , (how many people have you slept with) ??

“Inspired from the movie, What’s your number” ;)


Epic Sunshine Appalachian SPRING, Copland followed by Gershwin, SUMMERTIME

I don't kiss and tell. Why would

I kiss and tell? What sense is there in notching bed posts anyway? It’s not the scruples, or the body count. It’s private.
And I don’t take money from women either. Or seek favours. In fact If I….. I never really…Maybe I shoulda…. .eh, never mind. I love you Ratty. (extends hands) Great White, Darling?

A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "For every step ahead, we could have just been seated"

(Extends hands graciously.)

I prefer a man who does not kiss and tell. Why yes, I would love to waltz with you!

Epic Sunshine Appalachian SPRING, Copland followed by Gershwin, SUMMERTIME

I see the ambiguities of the latter parts of muh response.

(Downbeat given to Waltz orchestra, takes you in my arms.)

What I mean is, what does “slept with” really mean? Is it Bill Clinton’s aid-under-the-desk? A fumble and grope-to-something in the back seat of the parental car after the prom? Is it the standing full-body make-out session conducted in the women’s room of an underpopulated lounge, elevaor, library stacks, stairwell, deserted hallway and the like, when the spirit moves the adventerous to pursue semi-private intimacies? Is “sleeping with” actual intercourse, with fulfillment, for both people? Or does intercourse inter-rupt-us, where orgasm does not occur, count? Is it heavy petting (the infamous and poorly phrased “dry-hump” of save-it-till marriage comes to mind too. Or, as you note, does the literal, intimate, non-sexual sleep-with even count since intercourse is presumed in the original question.And then there is prostitution (of all sorts), experimentations (of all sorts), “what did I do last night?” drunken party engagements (of all sorts)

I did not mean to imply Wilt Chamberlain statistics, for I have not sought or valued that, ever.(Waltzes magnificently, movingly, perfectly, better than Dancing With The Stars for We have love all aboot us.) I only meant to offer a hint as to the silliness of the phrase “sleeping with” and question “What’s your number?”

A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "For every step ahead, we could have just been seated"

I am certain

there are as many interpretations as there are people interacting with each other, let alone with emus, wombats, telephone operators, aliens, blow-up dolls and Rick Santorum, and apart from that short burst of deliberately impertinent descriptive, I will leave the rest to imagination.

On to something completely different:
Am I in the minority when I admit I am almost always deflated by coarse sexual slang or terminology? Here I do not refer to phrases shared in flagrante delicto, when anything goes, or as a gut reaction to the sanitized world Rick Santorum envisions. I mean phrases used conversationally or as opening gambit of sexual intent.

Oopsie! I said I would refrain from any more slamming of Rick Santorum.
I will get off my high horse before someone points out the possibilities therein.


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