This even trumps Viva Viagra.
Wearing your ‘spensive clothes.
You all everybody.
You all everybody.
You all everybody.
When left-leaning blogs and websites show advertising, what happens to the money? I mean, a blog is nothing without its readers, just like a company is nothing without its workforce, right?
Is the money left over after operational costs are paid dispersed evenly amongst the people who comment and the site owners/publishers? Do they only accept enough advertising revenue to pay the bills for hosting?
Does it seem right that the owner of such a site would profit off the work of the people who leave comments there and provide content and community? And really, it shouldn’t matter how good your comments are or how often you comment, right?
I guess the principle dictate that whoever has been commenting the longest (seniority) should get the most money, even if they don’t leave comments that often any more.
I think people who comment on blogs should unionize.
At least it would get me to stop blogging. The only thing my commenters are ever going to get here is berated. 😀
Actually no demand at all, but I’ve added the poll back onto the site.Â I don’t think anyone missed it, or if they did I didn’t hear about it.Â But, as Say Uncle says, “Remember, I do this to entertain me, not you.”Â I think he only says that because “Powered by Spite” was taken.
So please vote on the latest poll.Â I’ll switch them out and write really long posts about the results when I get bored and want to change them–every 4 or 5 months or so.
That’s not really enough to show my appreciation for the job that you guys do. The best I can do is share one of my favorite stories my grandfather wrote down for us. I’ve posted a couple of things he wrote before in different contexts. This is a short one about two “feasts” he had while serving in World War II. Something for the rest of us to remember when we’re having an afternoon snack that trumps these meals.
It was a one-day trip from Finch Haven to Saidor and we got a1 day supply of “C” rations. As usual we didn’t leave Finch Haven until the next day and our food supply was gone. When we reached Saidor a little after night, the Japs had bombed a fuel (gas) supple and the place was lit up like midday. They ordered us back out sea so we wouldn’t be a lit up target for the Japs to bomb. We spent the night out at sea and came in the next day to land. We sure were a hungry bunch.
While on the boat, I saw a fellow lying on the aft deck under a workbench to shade him from the sun. He was lying on his back and had a can of corned beef setting on the deck right at the top of his head. I was starved which helped put my military strategy ticking. I got down on my stomach, crawled up there, got that can of beef, crawled backwards to where he wouldn’t see me get up and I sat down and had a feast.
When I got off the ship and grabbed a duffel bag and took off, every way I turned that bag something would be resting on my shoulder. We went about 1-½ miles up through the Mott river bottoms grown up in Cuni grass about 12 to 15 fee high. The sun was bearing down 100+. When we got to a stopping place, I took my knife and cut the duffel bag open. It had a lock on it. There were 6 cans (2-½ size) of peaches in that bag. Where he got them I don’t know. Where they went he never knew but me and five of my buddies had a feast.
Vets have sacrificed many small things on a daily basis for us that we don’t even realize. Again, thank you all for what you do.
Here are ten phrases and terms I’d like to work into my daily conversation arsenal:
- My sources are telling me
- The biggest no-brainer in the history of earth
- Working like heck
- Let’s break this down
- That’s a good point
- My old lady
- I don’t think you understand your question
- Not guilty
There are plenty of others, but this is a good list to start with. Â If I can work one or two in on a regular basis I’m sure to annoy friends and law enforcement regularly.
SVD takes it to the next level. Â He works the whole list into one diatribe.
I just realized last night why the ol’ gov’ment is so concerned about the stock market’s behavior over the last couple of weeks–they are afraid of competition. Â I’m not talking about competition among business operating in an free market. Â I’m talking about the free market’s competition with the gov’ment.
Up until now, the only way to achieve the negative returns people have seen in their 401ks was Social Security.Â
Or a Senator. Â Or an investment banker. Â Some levity is needed. Â I took the liberty of posting the censored version so you can be liberal with the volume at work.
All I gotta say to you wanna-be, gonna-be, bailout-backin’, pork-packin’ prankstas–when the Ð…Ò£Ñ—Ï„ jumps off what the â•’á»§ÄŒÐš you gonna do?
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
The biggest cruise liner ever:
This cruiser is the first one to boast an authentic grass lawn on its top deck.
I’m assuming the purpose of the grass is to keep you from getting a huge lump on your forehead when you smack it onto the top deck when tackling another unsuspecting passenger?
Remind me to tell you that story some time.
I’ve only been on one cruise, and I didn’t like it. Â I have a hunch that a certain unsuspecting fellow passenger didn’t like it either.
SVD is documenting his forays into these mediums (where else) on his blog. All of these things mean so many different things to different people. Here’s how I like to describe them…
When I send you an email, it’s the equivalent of me inviting you over to the house for a cup of coffee. We’re sitting at the kitchen table having a conversation. This has a few implications. For instance, “thanks” is not acceptable for an email in its entirety. I wouldn’t invite you over to my house to say “Thanks” and then slam the door in your face would I? Don’t be surprised, however, if I come banging on your door to borrow an egg or some milk though. These are the emails where I ask stupid questions.
When I write something on my blog and people comment, it’s the equivalent of me standing out in my yard and talking to whatever neighbors happen to drop by to talk. I’m lazy, so I’m probably sitting in a chair instead of standing, but you get the idea. Anyone is free to drop by and discuss, even if they don’t live in my ‘hood. This has implications too. For instance, driving by and yelling “F You!” or walking up and trying to sell me Viagra means you’re going to be ignored. Also, my “yard” isn’t as nice or visited by as many passers by as some. See, my yard isn’t near an interstate–it’s more like a gravel road–so there usually aren’t as many people stopping by. On some days, I just sit out there whittling and taking naps all by myself. Other days I just stay inside and nap.Â If you stop by, it helps to bring beer.
And Twitter? Twitter is like all of us are piled into a bunch of eighteen wheelers and talking on CBs with antennas so big that the whole world can tune in. Anytime something important happens, it will hit Twitter as fast as news of a Smoky seen setting up a speed trap. Anyone with their ears on will definitely know about it.
Wait, I have a better description for Twitter…
Twitter is like ham radio for people who can get a date.