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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Find out where the disgusting smell in the garage is coming from and make it stop
Oh, rats.

Earlier this week we noted a garbage like funk coming from the garage. It worsened and worsened as the week’s weather warmed and eventually I made the connection between the brazen, beaver-sized rodent I encountered last week and the unmistakable odor of ex-beast. I knew a most unfortunate kind of treasure hunt was in the cards, and today I braved this with a queasy heart and a defiant grimace.

Like a seasoned CSI I smeared a line of overpowering dream cream (strongly scented with eucalyptus, mint, and other such things) under my nose, grabbed a flashlight and Isak declared, “May the force be with you, Mommy!” as I headed into the darkened end of the garage. I started moving a pile of boards which I had previously decided was where the X on this particular map lay. I was not disappointed, but I also lost my appetite for lunch.

Huge. Huge and unpleasant, but better now than tomorrow or next week. With handy disposal tools in hand (a flattened cheerios box and numerous plastic bags) and a shudder that would put a dashboard hula girl to shame, I dealt with the offending pile and washed my hands OCD style with sugar scented antibacterial soap.


That was a most foul and odorous task. It’s also one M. was dreading after work, so he’ll be pleased. For obvious reasons I skipped the Kodak moment for this goal. The flag may be flying half mast at Disneyland tonight, but our garage is fresher already.


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