Jul
30
2010
Idiotic diversion that only marginally involves computers for playing an RPG
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The homemade system (out of free parts) finally blew its top, and I can’t say that I blame it. Puny single core P4 proc is puny. As cheap and poor as I am, even I have to throw in the towel when I can no longer get into the BIOS. Determined to not repeat the mistake that I made in getting second-and-thirdhand parts into a 24/7 active server and hoping that it would not blow up, instead I made an even bigger mistake and bought an off the shelf system. Even worse, it’s by Compaq. Finally rebuilt my MythTV box last week, retiring the original proof-of-concept underpowered system that had been, uh, proof-of-concepting for about 1.5 years. Not that this is interesting to anyone, but I figured I should write some of the details down so that I don’t have to relearn everything all over again when I rebuild again in 2 years. Also, I’m writing this post while not actually at my MythTV box so these details may all be wrong anyway. Well, I’ve had about enough. I’m killing off the ad block since:
Apr
29
2009
Tony Faber Wins in World of Warcraft, But Doesn’t Make 10 Year Olds CryPosted by: Mu in Miscellaneous StuffsOddly enough, no word back on my inquiry on how best to monetize my lesbian scat porn-crazed customer base. You pervs. However, the search for relevant ads continues on, as I figure I might have a week or so before some script decides to shut down my account at random. Because you know, the first rule about Ad Club is, you do NOT talk about ad club. After finding out that Google Custom Search could return ads for hideous lesbian scat porn if you entered the right terms, I began thinking, Why would this result show up? According to Adsense, ads are targeted at specific pages based on site content and geography. I could only conclude that this was in fact a selective targeting of the site, and the readers thereof, slightly disturbing since I estimate that 75% of the hits on the site are just me playing with the random quote generator. Like any good sponsored blog owner, I began devising plans to turn this strange result to my personal advantage. Yes, that’s a generic Google Ads block on the sidebar. No, I don’t expect to actually make anything from it. Since all my stuff is fairly old, and I don’t tailor posts to hit specific keywords (which would probably be misspelled in any case), and this isn’t a blog about how to make money using Google Ads (or a porn site, which is disturbingly similar), it’s sort of a futile gesture against my hosting costs. Fortunately, it’s a minimal effort sort of gesture, as Google’s fantastic crawler robots, fresh off the set of the finale of Life on Mars, will naturally tailor served ads to things that are relevant to my site’s content, and I don’t really have to anything else except sit back and wait for a check for 43 cents that will never arrive. Imagine my surprise at how relevant these ads are! Consider the following examples.
Warning: the following may contain spoliers. Of course, nothing could spoil the series for me quite as much as the finale, so my compassion for you is somewhat limited. I had forgotten that I ever signed up for Facebook. I think I may have done it about a year ago, for some reason so unimportant that I don’t even remember it clearly now. Suffice to say that for a while I thought the name of the network was "Faceparty," and I was somewhat surprised to discover that in fact it was not a collection of bukkake images involving people I knew. Didn’t it used to be mostly college age girls posting drunken pics of themselves to be used against them in years to come during job interviews? No longer. And so there my account sat, unused, unupdated, unfriended, until yesterday when I happened to read J.’s blog. Would that it remained so. |
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Once again, a good and quirky UK series was adapted for "US audiences." Once again, "US audiences" are taken to be unappreciative of subtlety, tragic endings, metaphysical questions, and plot twists that rise above the level of, "You mean the ghost was really old man Witherspoon, the owner of the haunted amusement park?" Once again, networks kill a show off early heedless of the overall plot arc, and are tragically proven correct.