Interesting Jim, but how can we exploit it?
A bizarre thing... I was just cruising around the old blogger homepage and I saw out of the corner of my eye a wee thing that said MONEY. Now, never let it be said that I'm financially driven, but I am skint, so anything that looks like money for nothing sounds good to me. Especially the 'for nothing' part. I looked into it and it was a thingy whereby you can put ads on your blog and earn revenue from said ads for each time someone clicks on it. Sounds froody, no?
I kept clickin', wondering how I could get my gums around this particular corporate teat, and discovered they will look into how the blog performs and decide whether or not you are suitable. I reckon if I had ads on my blog I could spend an entire day clicking on the buggers to make damn sure I was suitable. In the end, there was just too much filling in of things and it seemed like a lot of work.
Copying and pasting and such like. Pfwergh! Still, maybe it's time I sold out. Get me that much closer to that elusive Harper-Collins deal.
Went to see Meet the Fockers last night. I have rarely seen such a turd of a movie. I thought maybe it was just my imagination which had me hate Meet the Parents so much, but no - it's just shit. I don't think I so much as smirked throughout. I was too busy trying to stop myself from crying...
Don't waste your time on this heap o'shite movie.
Sarah's card is in the bag. Or envelope, as the case may be. Or is. I'm pleased with it, it's quite the finest Valentine's card I've ever made. Not difficult since the last one I made was as an eight-year-old when we were forced to make them for our mothers in school. ("Luv ya ma!" - Say it with finger-paints...)
Started reading The DaVinci Code the other day. *ducks to avoid the assorted rotten fruit and other missiles being launched from the audience* I know, I know... But I'm trying to leap into bed with the Corporate Whore and become the Lowest Common Denominator. Hence Meet the Fockers, ad banners on my blog and Dan Browne. To be honest, I can't see what all the fuss is about with the book. I've reached the major revelation about the Holy Grail, and I'm not finding my life changed in any way. Maybe if I was a Christian it'd have more of an effect. I was highly amused to discover the head of Opus Dei in the book is called Bishop Aringarosa. I'm still waiting for someone to say, "Ring Aringarosa would ya!" I don't know if Dan's sense of humour overlaps with mine on this front.
Am I the only person to notice this glaring joke-in-waiting? Answers on a postcard. Or email, since you can do that from here...
Anyway, I'm fed up of all this typing stuff. I'm gonna go and surf a few other blogs in the name of research. Honest! This is my thesis, baby!
I kept clickin', wondering how I could get my gums around this particular corporate teat, and discovered they will look into how the blog performs and decide whether or not you are suitable. I reckon if I had ads on my blog I could spend an entire day clicking on the buggers to make damn sure I was suitable. In the end, there was just too much filling in of things and it seemed like a lot of work.
Copying and pasting and such like. Pfwergh! Still, maybe it's time I sold out. Get me that much closer to that elusive Harper-Collins deal.
Went to see Meet the Fockers last night. I have rarely seen such a turd of a movie. I thought maybe it was just my imagination which had me hate Meet the Parents so much, but no - it's just shit. I don't think I so much as smirked throughout. I was too busy trying to stop myself from crying...
Don't waste your time on this heap o'shite movie.
Sarah's card is in the bag. Or envelope, as the case may be. Or is. I'm pleased with it, it's quite the finest Valentine's card I've ever made. Not difficult since the last one I made was as an eight-year-old when we were forced to make them for our mothers in school. ("Luv ya ma!" - Say it with finger-paints...)
Started reading The DaVinci Code the other day. *ducks to avoid the assorted rotten fruit and other missiles being launched from the audience* I know, I know... But I'm trying to leap into bed with the Corporate Whore and become the Lowest Common Denominator. Hence Meet the Fockers, ad banners on my blog and Dan Browne. To be honest, I can't see what all the fuss is about with the book. I've reached the major revelation about the Holy Grail, and I'm not finding my life changed in any way. Maybe if I was a Christian it'd have more of an effect. I was highly amused to discover the head of Opus Dei in the book is called Bishop Aringarosa. I'm still waiting for someone to say, "Ring Aringarosa would ya!" I don't know if Dan's sense of humour overlaps with mine on this front.
Am I the only person to notice this glaring joke-in-waiting? Answers on a postcard. Or email, since you can do that from here...
Anyway, I'm fed up of all this typing stuff. I'm gonna go and surf a few other blogs in the name of research. Honest! This is my thesis, baby!
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