I was exploring the possibility of adding Google AdSense ads to my site. I thought it would be fun to try and maybe a way to generate some extra cash. It all seemed okey-dokey, until I got to their program policies page. I believe I lose on several fronts:
- Excessive fucking profanity.
- Illicit drugs and drug paraphernalia (thanks, Hellcat.)
- Pornography, adult, or mature content. Check, check and you betcha.
I wonder if Sean Cody will pay me to carry his banner?
I've managed to add internet access on the new work computer. Mischievously, I password protected it so Jabba The Drunk won't be able to get on. In my defense, he's a self-confessed porn junky, and my Verizon roaming access is for a set amount of hours after which I pay. And I'll be damned if I'm going to squander my substandard wages for that.
Speaking of Jabba, he's due back from a two week vacation tomorrow. I'm pleased to report the children behaved fairly well in his absence. I busied myself tricking out the new computer and sending a series of (mostly ignored) requests to my Overlords. I'm waiting to get approval to order up a DSL line. On a more important note, I managed to run the joint for two weeks predominantly on my own and I'm happy to say we always had liquor, change and ice. For a hootch-hole, that's pretty much a win. Update: I can report a late night liquor-fueled but not drunken confession wherein the temporary and disturbing (to me) German/Floridian manager that has been with us for the summer is not returning to Florida after all. Also that he doesn't like me. (Most people don't at first.) What this bodes for Jabba, me and the future is anybody's guess. Quite frankly I don't care, except in a detached, bemused sort of way. (Maybe that's why people don't like me.)
Speaking of The Hellcat, his 3 week vacation starts tomorrow. And let me just say that I have never seen a man more ill-prepared for a vacation in my entire life. He has virtually no money, he is without much needed prescription medication and as of 5 pm today he hadn't even begun packing. He has a small (legit) business deal that done right, would have funded the majority of the trip. Instead, it's being slapped together at the last minute with no guarantee that it will come together at all in his absence. Maddeningly, he's known about all of this for weeks. On yet another side note, it was understood from the begining that Colby would be going along on the trip. How unsurprised are we that the last minute attempt to secure his travel fell through as well and he's staying behind with yours truly playing the part of secretly delighted Auntie? Update: I returned home at 3:30 am to find The Hellcat simultaneously packing and sorting even more crap that he salvaged from a friends move. Literally moving things out and in to the apartment at the same time. The sink was absolutely full of dirty plates, glasses and dishes. There were clothes, household decor, packing material and medical equipment scattered all over the house. Unbelievably, he invited his on again/off again boyfriend over at that time. To help? Doubtful. I ended up doing the dishes, although the boyfriend offered to take over. Finally, I just fixed myself a bedtime cocktail and shut the door. It's now heading towards 1 pm. The flight has long since taken off. The Hellcat (and possibly the boyfriend) aren't even up yet. There are newspapers and half-packed boxes as well as luggage scattered throughout the house. In spite of being truly annoyed I feel profoundly sad that he's so severely damaged he can't manage to plan and execute a vacation.
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