I just noticed the "Monetise" button at the end of the Blogger dashboard. If I were to let companies place ads on this blog, which recieves just over half a view each year, I'm sure I could earn a lot of money. Let me just do the calculations.
...well it turns out I could make a fortune. All I have to do is keep blogging and live for ever.
Having Adsense on your blog seems like $elling out to me and I'd imagine the handful of people who enjoy coming here to read whatever it is I talk about on this simple, nineties-style page with its pointless background picture and courier font would be taken aback if it was suddenly covered in ads. It would be like going to your local, down-to-earth, under-the-radar, other-hyphen-words cafe to find it's been turned into a Starbucks. This cute little waste of time would suddenly be a soulless waste time as I scrape the internet for a few cents.
That's right. I'm indie. Like Philosophist!
Philosophist?
Philosophist!
On the weekend I went out and got trashed.
Haha just kidding. I studied and rented Star Wars. It's been at least seven years since I saw the original trilogy. I'd forgotten how much I loved the special effects and that fish guy who says "IT'S A TRAP!" and that illegal immigrant dwarf flying the Millenium Falcon with Lando at the end of Return of the Jedi. Not to mention Joda's laugh; the sand people; Luke whining to his uncle about going to something or another and buying some power converters; C3PO; R2D2; the fat guy who dies first when they attack the Death Star; the Death Star; how awesome Jedis were before they made the prequels; the fact that all you have to do is press three buttons to fire the Death Star laser, which could be a potential catastrophe on Bring Your Kids to Work Day; that one Ewok who steals a bike; Lando's friend that bald guy with the bluetooth thing wrapped around his head; the hilarious sexual tension between Han and Leia.
I never realised how dated these movies are and yet they're somehow timeless.
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