Sunday, April 17, 2005
Hello 2
About that earlier post, Hello?. It's not that I'm a complete idiot. I just feel pressure to write something, fast. I've gone and (prematurely) applied to Google AdSense to have their ads displayed on my hokey little blog site. What a joke. To pull this off all I need to do is establish this site as a popular site with at least hundreds, if not thousands, of visitors per day. In other words, just an ordinary, reasonably popular web site, amongst the billions of web sites on the world wide web. The pressure and frustration is killing me.
I'm trying to think... I don't even know anyone with a popular web site. And I'm trying to pull his off with almost no content, no advertising and, because I find this such a humiliating process, I don't even tell my friends or family about this site. I think I would have better luck trying to sell advertising space on the inside of my garage.
Here are the various levels of degeneration. There's masturbation, writing in a private journal and, finally, starting a blog. I've read a quote somewhere that excuses the first two, so long as one washes their hands at the end. But writing a blog? I scrub and scrub but everything I touch still feels sticky. I think it's me.
I'm trying to think... I don't even know anyone with a popular web site. And I'm trying to pull his off with almost no content, no advertising and, because I find this such a humiliating process, I don't even tell my friends or family about this site. I think I would have better luck trying to sell advertising space on the inside of my garage.
Here are the various levels of degeneration. There's masturbation, writing in a private journal and, finally, starting a blog. I've read a quote somewhere that excuses the first two, so long as one washes their hands at the end. But writing a blog? I scrub and scrub but everything I touch still feels sticky. I think it's me.
# posted by John Mudd @ 8:15 PM 
