What’s in a name anyway?
What’s in a name anyway?
May 01 2009
So I admit it, I’ve been playing Civony for, uh, about 3 weeks. At the end of week 1 (when your newbler protection runs out) I had 52000-ish prestige. At this point I’m hovering around 36-40th place on the overall server prestige list, with maybe 64000 players listed. (Okay, a lot of those are inactives who made an account and found out there was no "qween.") I didn’t try really hard either, and since I’m getting fairly bored with the game anyway, I figure there’s no reason to not tell people how to properly exploit the game’s substantially broken economic model to their own advantage.
Apr 29 2009
Apr 17 2009
Oddly 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.
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.
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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