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In the interest of full disclosure, I am an Amazon Affiliate. This means that I might make a tiny bit of money when products and services I recommend actually drive people to Amazon and make a purchase. That being said, it doesn't happen enough to afford me a cup of coffee but I'm enough of a fan that I keep spreading the good word anyway. Truth is, I recommend the company whenever I can simply because it's rapidly becoming indispensable in the quest to have more stuff.

What a remarkable world we're now living in! I can find some of the most esoteric, random things anywhere on the planet and, with the click of a button, have it arrive at my doorstep in around three days. Stop and think about that for a moment. In some cases, that delivery time can be within the hour. Amazon has done quite a bit to change the way we think about shopping. They have largely changed the way we behave as consumers and radically shifted customer expectations in ways too numerous to get into here. Good or bad, one thing is undeniable:

We'll never buy things the same way again. Amazon is now making it easier than ever to get the stuff we want NOW. It probably isn't much of a surprise that Amazon Prime is one of the more successful loyalty services around. With free two-day shipping, access to a ridiculously large movie and music collection, free books and a slew of other benefits now including a massive Whole Foods discount, the company is poised to become the only destination many will need on the Internet. If you haven't got one already, having an Amazon Prime membership opens up all sorts of benefits and you can actually try the service for FREE right now at the following link:


Those of you who already have Prime membership, let us know what you think of the service (good or bad). And, if you happen to click any of the links and buy something, even better :-)

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