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five years of seeing stars
11/06/2006 = 05:07 AM

Yeah.

Today is my five year blogiversary, and I had a really great post planned about how everyone knows that five years is the Telescope Anniversary, so I was going to encourage all of you to hie forth to Optics Planet and laugh hysterically about the fact that I want an expensive gift from a company whose "best-gifts" page title announces that its gifts are for men, particularly dads and business executives.

Thereby, based on how I personally perceive this when I visit the page, assuming that women who like astronomy should git on back in that kitchen, take off they shoes, and fry up that bacon, while the menfolk use them tellyscopes to watch Betty McNocurtains changing into them red, white, and blue underbritches with the camo lace trim on the edges, dayam, woman.

Only I missed that opportunity, which is no longer on PayPerPost.

I know, I know. It's disgusting how I got my sellout on and planned a paid entry when I should have been writing about what keeping an online journal for all these years has meant to me. Or even about penguins, That Man of Mine,

< digression>
how disturbed I am by the fact that I am less concerned with Saddam Hussein's death sentence than I am with the fact that not only do some people write Charles/Klinger slash, other people actually read it (this fact, incidentally, is bothering the hell out of me. Because while I want to advocate everyone's right to express themselves, even when I disagree with their views, I don't want to live in a world where Charles/Klinger slash exists),
< /digression>

or how stupid I was to sign up for NaNoWriMo.

However, I just saw Hugh Downs and Joan Lunden on an infomercial for some millionaire guru guy, and I'm not saying that makes it all right, but I do think it says that a) I'm not alone and b) the television journalists seem to be more comfortable selling products and services than they are by selling the half-truths the government wants us to buy as news.

Either that's a really sad state of affairs, or I'm in better company than I'd have thought.

That said, PayPerPost just paid my sorry sellout ass another $10.50, and if they keep this up, I could, potentially, save up enough to buy my own telescope.

Five years of writing online, and this is the first year I have been paid for my efforts. Obviously I'm not only in it for the money, or I'd've quit the first year.

But the money? Doesn't hurt a bit.

PayPerPost, which I'd never have discovered if I hadn't already been out pimping myself for no money with Blog in Space, puts forward the proposition that advertising doesn't have to be evil.

You'll recall I've actually witnessed links for PayPerPost (and you may have seen some yourself, by now) on blog posts that got all indignant about how bloggers compromise their integrity by advertising products they don't really care about.

Um, hello. You posted the link, too, didn't you? Did you really just call me out for lack of integrity, and take their money as payment for it? I was about to get indignant about that, but it struck me as so ridiculous that I actually started laughing at you, instead.

I like you. You're silly.

And you give me something to write about, which is, has been for the past five years, and, I hope, always will be, the number one name of the game in here, money aside. So, thanks.

And to anyone else who's still here, slogging their way through the paid posts to watch me trying to be a good writer, thank you for five years.

There is going to be a podcast, soon. Andy and I rocked the talk, but I have to edit it and upload it, which requires time and things. Stay tooned.

Tags: PayPerPost

drinking: coffee
listening to: Tenacious D, Rock Your Socks
and what the hell is up with: joan lunden's hair? that 'do looks like the horse is leaving