Every winter, as cold weather prevents me from playing as much tennis as I’d like, I become curious about the outside world and begin indiscriminately signing up for lists.
You know those 5 people who always click without buying anything—bumping up click-through rates while flattening your conversion?
That’s me!
My most favoritest email in the world to receive is an invitation to discover how 7-figure entrepreneurs create their business models.
I love visiting strange, new lands filled with tiny millionaires I’ve never heard of. If there’s anything salvageable and smart inside, I want to know.
To my delight, I received such an email this week.
This email led me to a sales-page-king—dozens of smaller sales pages all joined together at the tail to form one massive sales page.
This is what appeared when I tried to clip the sales page to Evernote for further study in the Copylicious laboratory:
Sorry, Evernote cannot clip this entire page. Please select the portion you wish to clip.
Evernote could not HANDLE this.
We can HANDLE this. We make space for your 10,000-word business brainstorming rambles. But lines must be drawn. Sorry.
When I tried to close the tab, I was presented with this pop-up box:
Like a mummy stumbling out from a corner on the 1983 set of Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom, I’m sure this effect was startling and memorable for its time. Now we have The Mummy II.
My brain is old and just wants to do the right thing and click Cancel. I want to Cancel as well, but not for the same reasons the pop-up box wants me to. And my browser doesn’t even present Cancel as an option. The pressure is on!
There are two choices:
- Stay on this Page
- Leave this Page
WAIT! GO! CANCEL! STAY! LEAVE! NOW! WHAT DO I DOOOO?
Any 6-year-old can tell you if a guy in a van pulls up and says, WAIT BEFORE YOU GO!—it’s time to run.
LOOK I HAVE YOUR FAVORITE CANDY!
I MADE IT SPECIAL JUST FOR YOU!
I click Leave this Page, suddenly tense and afraid. This isn’t fun anymore. Will it let me just escape like that, unchallenged? Or is there a second level of I HAVE SOMETHING EVEN MORE SPECIAL FOR YOU! to pass through?
Usually, these terrifying pop-up boxes of doom just let me go. They were but the last outstretched grasps of a dying sales-page-king.
I’m free from this one. This time. Free at last! And you are, too…
BUT WAIT BEFORE YOU GO!






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