1/19/2008

Selling out

By the time you read this there may or may not be ads cluttering up my sidebar. I didn't want to do it folks, but as BABYDANCE MATERNITY NEVER PAID ME FOR THE MONTHS OF FREE ADVERTISING I have done, it forced my hand. I'm hoping my blog doesn't take years to load, and if it does, please let me know.

I have mentioned before why I've been considering this whole ad revenue thing. I fancy myself an aesthete, and so often ads make blogs look tacky as shit. This doesn't please me, but I don't know if there is a way around it. I don't view this as being "paid" for my writing, because seriously, if people got paid for writing the kind of dull tripe I vomit upon Blogger with varying regularity, this would be a baffling catastrophe almost on par with the idea of Mike Huckabee ending up in the White House.

So I want to earn some cash to help you, my lovely fellow bloggers. When you're feeling down, I want to buy you presents. If you need help paying for treatment, I want to throw some money your way. If you're having a baby/babies after a long struggle, I want to buy you a gift. I can do nice things here and there for people sans ad revenue, but I'm somewhat limited given that I have a mortgage to pay, a toddler to rear, and a rather expensive love of gadgets and all forms of media. With that said, please bear it in mind when you see my ads and help a sister or ten out.

As we're talking of such things, it segues nicely to an incident from the other day. England closes at 5.30-6pm every day. No stores are open, and everyone goes home to eat dinner and watch soaps. We thought our local Starbucks was open late on a Thursday, as we regularly the kid there on Thursdays after work. She shares our muffins, and if she's lucky, gets a fingerful of The Dude's whipped cream from his hot chocolate. We walked by it, and got the impression that they were closing. P and I stayed outside whilst The Dude went in to ask what time they closed. The answer was 2 minutes from then, so we went on our merry way. Well, The Dude and I did anyway. P lost her shit, screaming and pointing to Starbucks as we made a hasty retreat. My child is already suckling on the teat of corporate whoredom. It can only go downhill from here.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah, well, when I need hot chocolate and a muffin I too have to be dragged screaming away from the locked-shut doors of Starbucks. Or Caffe Nero. Both.

If you advertise, I will look at the stuff being advertised, and click on links and everything. Promise.

Thalia said...

I agree with you on the 'tacky as shit' point, but I will never complain about it and will endeavour to click on the links. Now if you debunk to write for Marie Claire or something, and I have to go over to their site to read about you and P and the Dude, that I would mind...

Anonymous said...

I'll come by every day and click to help out. Just call me your clicking-stalker.

OhTheJoys said...

Let me know if it makes you rich. I can't imagine. I've never clicked on an ad in a blog...

Helen said...

I too hate how blogads look. And yes, I have them. I added them when I realized that:

A) nursery will cost us more than the income of some modestly sized Asian countries
B) we're wiping out our savings on our extension
C) I'm flying without a safety net.

So yes, I hate them, but I totally can be bought now that I have twins.

Aunt Becky said...

I'll even click (and I second your emotion about the ads looking tack-riffic. Oh well. Money is money.), which is how much I love you.

Dude, you crack me up. You honestly do. I think you may be my new personal hero.

Anonymous said...

You know I will click on the ads. Pinkie swear. I have ads up at my new place and plan on making them not as assaulting once I reach my FET goal.

Let me know when you get them up & running. I am creating a blog list of gals with ads so we can all scratch each other's backs.

xo

rockmama said...

Mmmmmm, yummy, chocolately corporate teat...

PiquantMolly said...

Ahhh, like mama like girlie. I can't imagine you actually went "merrily on your way" -- I know how you feel about Starbucks, you liar!

Kristi said...

Um, P behaves herself well enough to sit in Starbucks? Sigh. And people wonder why I wear the same socks Sunday through Saturday. My child's horrific behavior does not allow me to leave the house.

PS: Mike Huckabee scares the shite out of me as well.

Major Bedhead said...

Let's all bow our heads and send up a prayer to the deity of your choice that Mike Huckabee does not get elected. I will leave the country. Anyone who wants to bring the Constitution more in line with the Bible scares me right down to my little cotton socks.

I've never clicked on a blog ad before. If it works, let me know. I'm kind of scraping the bottom of the barrel ovah heyah.

OvaGirl said...

Good luck with it Pru! I clicked my first ad on Cali's site the other day so I am interested to hear how they work...

Lut C. said...

And so it begins! Soon she'll be filling your grocery cart with sugary cereals etc.

Anonymous said...

And is it like it is in New York City, with a Starbucks on every corner?

Nico said...

'sucking on the teat of corporate whoredom'... I guess she learned from her mama? ;-) Just kidding. I've never clicked on a blog ad before either. But I might be willing if you begged and pleaded.

Plus, I think it's going for a good cause!