About

Hi!, I'm Jim.

I'm a one-eyed Uber driver in Niagara Falls, New York.

I'm also trying to make $100 a day from websites before the other eye gives out. Turns out you can drive legally with one eye. Turns out you can also build a small internet empire from the front seat of a Chevrolet Bolt between fares.

That's basically the whole pitch.

The slightly longer version:

I've been doing affiliate content since before most people knew what affiliate content was. Ramseeker.com launched in 1997 as a RAM price tracker — back when 64MB cost more than your car payment. It ran on autopilot for years, paid for itself in ad revenue, and taught me that boring utility beats flashy content every time.

I've been an Amazon Associate for about 20 years. I know how this works.

Now I'm building a small portfolio of niche sites — each one useful, each one honest, each one quietly generating a little income while I'm ferrying people to the casino at 2am.

The sites:

Ramseeker.com — the original, relaunched. Memory prices, buying guides, the works.

Wehavethatathome.com — kid asks dad if something is worth buying. Dad investigates. Honest reviews with a family angle.

Thefalls.net — everything Niagara Falls. Both sides of the border. Newsletter, guides, local stuff.

Linernotes.cc — music and albums through the lens of a guy with a headphone problem and a washing machine six feet away.

Scamless — the whole empire, numbers included, no filter. Over at scamless.substack.com.

Meetsparkles.com — the Child's site. Robot vacuum reviews, unicorn energy, surprisingly rigorous. She has a mascot. I do not.

The personal stuff nobody asked for:

I live near Niagara Falls with the BEAUTIFUL WIFE and the Child. The BEAUTIFUL WIFE tolerates a lot. The Child has her own website about her robot vacuum and is, frankly, a better publisher than I am. She updates more consistently and her mascot is cuter.

The BEAUTIFUL WIFE has a rating system. Not formally. But everything I buy gets evaluated on an instinctive scale that runs from "that's fine" to "you're not seriously bringing that into this house." I've learned to read the signs.

My late father collected over 1,000 diecast model cars over 40 years of attending shows. I photographed every single one on a white background before selling the collection. I'm turning those photos into a website because it felt wrong not to. He never kept a record of any of them. That felt wrong too.

I write a personal blog called Tidy Husband. Every day for approaching two years. It has nothing to do with any of this and everything to do with all of it. The BEAUTIFUL WIFE has read some of it. The jury is still out.

I have a headphone problem. My listening setup is six feet from a washing machine. The washing machine has better bass response but I'm not ready to admit that yet.

Every eight weeks I sit in a chair and a very nice person puts a needle in my eyeball. This is a medical treatment. This is considered the good option. When my optometrist first explained this I said "whoa — back up — a NEEDLE?" She confirmed. A needle. In the eyeball. Every eight weeks.

I'm fine. Genuinely. Others have it worse and I'm not here to be maudlin about it. But it does give you a certain clarity about how you want to spend your time.

You probably have two good eyes. You're already ahead of the game.

Why $100 a day?

It's enough. Not life-changing, not greedy. Just enough to park the Bolt and call it a career on my own terms before my optometrist has any more bad news.

That's the whole plan. Websites, fares, and one good eye.

— Jim