Showing posts with label Grind my gears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grind my gears. Show all posts

Saturday, March 15, 2008

I may not be 7 diamonds but I also didn't just wander off the bus from Jersey

Forgive the Spitzer reference, but I've just engaged in an email exchange I find hilarious:

Subj: Interested in a link on your website

Hi,

I was interested in placing a text ad onto your site for the site that I am working on -[website with legal sounding name redacted].

Please let me know if this is possible when you receive this.

Thanks!

Kristin

Reply, Butterflyfish, after I checked out the link:

Interesting... what's it pay?


Reply, Kristin:


I was hoping it was just a link? I have to pay?


Reply, Butterflyfish:

Well, unlike many bloggers, I currently don't have advertising on my site. Your email said "text ad" -- anyone who has ever solicited a "text ad" on my site has offerred some money. So I was curious what you were offering.


I am sure you understand the concept as your website is basically an attorney advertising site that promises its customers increased exposure and web traffic, charges a hefty premium for such exposure, and is operated by a "search engine marketing company."

I am pretty sure I won't be hearing from Kristin again, though if I do, I'll keep you posted.

The whole thing just makes me feel . . . dirty, like I'll never be clean again.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Ok, you're so smart, you put up the lights

Annoyance. Irritant. A thing that grinds my gears.

Blinking lights on kids shoes.

I had to go buy the ever-growing Clownfish a new pair of sandles and a new pair of sneakers. Every blinking shoe was a damn blinking shoe!

I see toddlers wearing them walking into walls because they're so excited, staring at the little seizure-magnets.

And invariably the bulbs blow on one shoe before the other, resulting in whining that makes "no cookies before dinner" a welcome conversation.

Thomas... Sesame... Diego... they've all sold out to the blinking phenomenon. Bastards.

So plain brown sandles and generic car sneakers it is.

With me as a mother, Clownfish had better get used to being the un-cool kid.


*Now why the hell are they BLINKING??
**Double bonus points to the first to identify the source of the title.