Retrieving Your PayPal API Credentials

I originally posted this article to x.com on August 10, 2010. Since that time, x.com has been repurposed, and my posts have been taken down. I have reposted this here for informational and historical purposes.

Update 9/16/2014: I’ve tried to update this information to reflect the myriad of different account layouts that are available as of today.

One of the very first things that you must do when implementing Website Payments Pro, Express Checkout, Mobile Checkout, Adaptive Payments, or Adaptive Accounts is to get your API credentials.  For someone like me, who has done this a hundred times, this is pretty simple; but I get calls almost every day from new merchants and developers who just don’t know what API credentials are, and where to go to get them.  Further, in all my browsing through paypal.com and x.com, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a clear, concise guide on how to retrieve your API credentials.  So, here’s the answer.

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How My Son Made the Claw Machine His Bitch

The last few weeks have been pretty stressful for me.  I have a number of assignments I’m trying to get done in school, and there’s currently 9 days of school left.

Last night, I had some reading that I needed to do for one of my classes.  I have trouble concentrating on textbook reading, but I’ve found that walking on the treadmill helps me to concentrate.  (And hey, if I lose a few pounds in the process…)  So I walked…for almost 3 hours.  I walked 7.9 miles total.  That’s how long and dry this textbook reading is.

When emerged from my basement, I went upstairs and found my son trying to make Easy Mac out of a regular box of mac and cheese.  He had put the macaroni into a drinking glass, filled it with water, and was about to put it in the microwave for 3 1/2 minutes.  I quickly put a stop to it — partially because I could see third-degree burns in his future, but also because we were out of milk.  He was determined to try, however, so we took a trip to the grocery store.

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