Mine is mostly adsense. Which is funny given the wacky tangents that some of my emails take. Because I go off on tangents like it's an Olympic sport. The ads are like Mad Libs. But it's cute.
So that's my dream. That and some stuff about cigars and a tunnel.
Faith ,'Get It Done'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cass - Jun 24, 2012 5:24:58 pm PDT #11086 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
amych - Jun 24, 2012 5:28:02 pm PDT #11087 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'd like to not shun them entirely but get them to rethink their positions. In a "I am one person but a lot of one persons can count" way.
A lot of people have tried to get them to rethink their positions - on sexism, on big-game hunting for sport, on internet censorship, on having a business model based entirely on getting you to accidentally sign up for services you don't want or need, on massive usability fails, on encouraging land-grabby speculation markets in domains, on unreliable service, on boneheaded security issues built into the core of their service design ... they really don't give a shit that you want them to rethink their positions.
Zenkitty - Jun 24, 2012 5:29:25 pm PDT #11088 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I don't even have a Gmail account, and all the ads I see seem to be based on my most recent searches and site visits.
Cass - Jun 24, 2012 5:32:58 pm PDT #11089 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
... they really don't give a shit that you want them to rethink their positions.
Oh. Then forget them.
I don't love advertisers supplementing my sport that much. If you don't listen, I won't give you eyes or care. They can .. forget .. off. But with the real eff word instead.
I support them that support racing but only when they aren't flashing their ass rashes.
amych - Jun 24, 2012 5:43:07 pm PDT #11090 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I support them that support racing but only when they aren't flashing their ass rashes.
I getcha. When your sport doesn't get basketball and football levels of attention, you want the support it gets to be worth supporting right back.
Cass - Jun 24, 2012 5:59:13 pm PDT #11091 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I getcha. When your sport doesn't get basketball and football levels of attention, you want the support it gets to be worth supporting right back.
And it really doesn't get that level of support. It never will. Racing is crazy unsupported because it's so niche. I get that and am okay with it. I even totally accept that the money is where the money is. But I want my bits of support to matter. Not be something that gives me creepy shivers.
The Hinche for homepage is adorable but I am not sideways supporting Danica in a bikini to make it happen. It's creepy.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2012 6:01:14 pm PDT #11092 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
all the ads I see seem to be based on my most recent searches and site visits.
Yeah, those cookies are being shoved across lots of vendors. You just need to be accepting cookies, not using a given service.
DavidS - Jun 24, 2012 6:31:39 pm PDT #11093 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Racing is crazy unsupported
It has its own channel!
Cass - Jun 24, 2012 6:35:46 pm PDT #11094 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
It has its own channel!
Oh, barely.
Lee - Jun 24, 2012 6:48:21 pm PDT #11095 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
ita !, I sent you some scruff.