Perusing various blogs via good old Blogsnob, I stumble across smartass.nu. Because I’ve got some time on my hands today, not only am I reading entries but also peering at bio pages.
Here’s the cute part. Under “Off the wall facts about me” are these two lines:
* I’ve worked in a pig slaughterhouse
* I no longer eat pork
Gee, I dunno. The first may count as “off the wall,” but the second just plain makes sense… in light of the first, that is.
Spam. If you have an email address, you’re already a victim. Maybe you’re thinking to yourself, though, that you just don’t see enough spam in your daily email.
Yeah, right. Anyway, you need to see this. It’s cute and clever.
Sometimes I just can’t resist taking advantage of an opportunity to do something completely silly and reprehensible. And thus…
And I quote:
While advertising as a form of support for independent Web sites has proven about as effective as sugar-frosted dental floss, the Web still manages to serve as a massively multiplayer open mic night for many the aspiring writer/artist/poet/revolutionary. The reason for this is simple: money and fame have historically been a less powerful motivator for creative types than the prospect of receiving oral sex — or at the very least, offers of oral sex — from total strangers.
That’s why we at the Brunching Shuttlecocks are introducing the Oral Sex Donation System. We believe that, by making it easy for donators of oral sex and recipients of oral sex to reach each other, we can guarantee the continuing creative vitality of the Web.
Laugh. It’s funny. I’m not serious. Wendi would kill me, repeatedly. With a dull blade.
The Brunching Shuttlecocks
Oh, and while we’re on the subject of DVDs, how about a copy of my DVD wishlist? Remember, there’s only four shopping days until my 30th birthday!
That’ll do for starters, anyway. C’mon, c’mon, you don’t have much time left! Whip out that credit card and hop to it!
One of the ongoing dilemmas facing anyone who maintains a personal site such as this one is the matter of exposure. On the one hand, you are pouring your heart and soul into something and really, really want everyone to see it, love it, and most importantly tell you how great you are for it.
On the other hand, you have another five fingers. No, wait, what I meant to say is that on the other hand, if you’re an artistic-type you’re at least partly doing this because you simply need the creative outlet. You’re doing it for yourself, not for any other individual or group.
That “see it love it” stuff is damned attractive, though.
To make a long posting shorter, I’m now signed up with Blogsnob, an advertising service of sorts. You’ll note the “Blogsnob Link,” a scripted advert that pulls from the pool of thousands of other Blogsnob members and semi-randomly creates a link to that ‘blog page.
When you get right down to it, the whole thing’s just a weird kind of ego-stroking circle-jerk (great mental image, that) but dammit, we have egos and they need stroking! Besides, there’s a good chance that by following the Blogsnob link you’ll end up reading stuff by someone much more entertaining than this little grey duck.
Blogsnob
What does a geek do when he’s in love and one of the head honchos of one of the most trafficked websites in all of geekdom?
He pops the question on Valentine’s Day right there on the website, that’s what. Kinda cute, really. Say it with me, “Awwwww!”
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