I wonder if he’s met Mr. Tata? February 15, 2008
Posted by merujo in Mutha Russia, art, boobs, eBay, general weirdness.1 comment so far
Observe this auction posted to eBay.
Go, look. Read the text. You’ll know when to stop reading. Trust me.
Yeah sure, the poster is great, but I want to know why he says the poster has the “Best Nipples”???
I mean, I speak Russian, and I can’t figure out what the hell this was supposed to mean in the original. Did Stalin have a screaming set of nips? Were Red Army officers all smugglin’ humungous raisins? Did service in Siberia mean that you could look at a soldier and just know it was, uh, reaaaally cold outside?
Perhaps there was an Order of Lenin for Best Nipples.
I’m sorely tempted to send the seller a Russian-language WTF message, but who wants to ruin the fun for everyone else.
I’m gonna go look at my vintage Soviet poster and check it for nipples. If I find anything, I’ll be sure to let you know.
Scratching my head over Google AdSense February 11, 2008
Posted by merujo in Google, Google AdSense, advertising, boobs, commerce, general weirdness, technology.4 comments
So, I’ve added Google AdSense to my page. It’s not exactly a bonanza of cash coming my way through the ads, but still, someone *did* apparently click on one of the ads today, which garnered me $0.67. (That’s not so bad for one click! Must have been one heck of an ad!)
But I’m still observing this phenomenon from a very curious academic standpoint. Last night I posted an entry titled “Hoot.” This discussed weather, high winds, a kid getting slammed into my car by said high winds, an owl on my balcony, and, briefly, the Grammy Awards. Yet, the ads that Google AdSense choice to feature with that entry were about supplies for a recently celebrated holiday that embraces just about every vice known to man. You’ll notice I did not name the holiday. I think if I use said holiday’s name (which rhymes with “tardy bra”) it may cause a whole new wave of outdated ads to pop up. But, all in all, I’m a little baffled here. Did Google AdSense see the word “hoot” and the big computer brain do a little twisted math magic like this:
hoot = hooters = boobies = tits = show us yer tits = that holiday associated with a level of debauchery usually only seen on “Girls Gone Wild” videos?
I just don’t know.
When I signed up, I checked the box for “no adult content” (although that would surely bring in more moolah) and the ads have been very clean. Squeaky, even. I’m not sure what this entry will generate in ads. I can only imagine what the adult ads would have been. Eeeek!
Rightfully so, the Sasquatch did point out to me that my blog isn’t exactly family friendly. While I’m not aiming to be lewd, crude, and rude, sometimes, it just happens. It is, apparently, just who I am: one part drunken sailor to two parts wanna-be artiste. But I try to do it all with a measure of humor and keep things work safe. I’ll hold onto my $0.67/day ad income. Eventually, the “tardy bra” ads have to fade out, right?
But are they bodacious? January 10, 2008
Posted by merujo in India, bad jokes, boobs, cars, silliness.4 comments
A car manufacturer in India is following through on a promise to make a reasonably priced car available for the burgeoning middle class of his country. The Tata car company unveiled a marvelously inexpensive model today to the press and a sea of eagerly salivating subcontinental buyers. Retailing at 100,000 rupees (roughly $2,500 US) the question is, for that tiny price tag, just how bodacious are these Tatas?
A modest Tata, but still more than a handful!Lord knows, guys throughout India are probably dying to get their hands on some Tatas. Generally, men are aware that getting their hands on even one Tata can be pretty expensive, but with this new model, my gosh – guys could get their hands on a couple of really hot Tatas and not break the bank!
Heck, I’m sure the men are not the only ones pondering Tatas these days. The attractive, round, stylish shape and “just right” size of these babies – and the miraculously low price – surely have savvy Indian women of means thinking, “One? Hell, I’m gettin’ myself a pair of new Tatas!” And what man could possibly pass up a woman with a set of fine new Tatas? Of course, taking the conservative local culture into account, there may be concern about women allowing guys to check out their Tatas far too soon. And then, once the guy tires of your Tatas, he’ll be off looking for a new model. Such is life.
As for me, I’m afraid there are no new Tatas in my life. Then again, you never know. Perhaps this will revolutionize the economy market and Detroit and Tokyo will have no choice but to follow suit.
Honda Hooter, anyone? Chevy Chesticle?
So many boob jokes, so little time…
