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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Dead7and_Dreaming hoped the robots would come to their senses in vain

post really, really, really short stories. (read all 16 entries…)
Two Can Play at This Game!

Little Mikey was a misbehaved boy. He played hockey and thought he was tough, shoving toilet paper rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and admiring himself in the mirror. Not only was he a conceited little brat, but he also was a so called prankster.

He delighted in placing thumbtacks on his math teachers’ chair, and enjoying the reaction. He wouldn’t be sorted out of the crowd. When this happened, everyone fell out of their seats, rolling around upon the floor, laughing.

Mr. Jones was no fool however, and nor was he your average teacher. He handled problems differently then other teachers.

And so Monday, after a long weekend, Little Mickey comes in, treading mud over the floor until he sits down, only to scream from the thumbtack protruding from his bottom.


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