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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween Be Thy Name

Freakin' kids!

Stay away from our front door! No lollies for you!

And keep it down - we've got a newborn baby who's trying to sleep!

(Have I become my neighbourhood's scary old crackpot?)



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9 Comments:

At Thursday, November 02, 2006 11:01:00 am, Blogger Adam said...

Yes.

But you'll soften when you dress Sweetums up as Bill Gates and hold his hand as he goes visitin'.

 
At Thursday, November 02, 2006 11:14:00 am, Blogger Clokeeeey! said...

Certainly a cranky pot.

btw, are you raking it in with the google ads? How's it working for ya?

 
At Thursday, November 02, 2006 11:52:00 am, Blogger fluffy said...

Waking up the baby is worthy of a flaying with a serious chance of a salting afterwards. An angsty texta written sign with DON'T KNOCK/RING - BABY SLEEPING usually does the trick.

 
At Thursday, November 02, 2006 12:14:00 pm, Blogger elaine said...

spoken by a true expert, fluff.

 
At Thursday, November 02, 2006 12:25:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Adam, thanks for the support. If we ever dress up for Halloween, it will be (not surprisingly) as characters from The Muppets. (Derr.)

Clokeeeey, I suspected I was a ‘cranky pot’; cheers. As for the Google ads, I haven’t received a bloody cent from that yet! From memory they contact me when my 2 cents per click (or whatever it is) reaches a hundred bucks. I have no way of knowing when that will be, but what I do know is this: It’s against the regulations for me to encourage anyone to click on the ads every time they visit my blog just to get the hits up. So I won’t do that. Do you hear me, people? DON’T SIMPLY CLICK ON THE ADS EACH TIME YOU VISIT THIS BLOG JUST SO THE HITS WILL ACCUMULATE AND I’LL GET PAID FOR IT. That would be wrong and I’m not allowed to even suggest it. I’m also not allowed to visit them myself (for the same reason), and I’ve stayed true to this restriction, even though there was once an ad there that I sincerely wanted to learn more about, but I refrained from clicking on it in case they were somehow able to trace (from my ISP address) that it was me clicking on the ad. I just didn’t want to get in trouble!

Fluffy, whoa. Did you come to my house the other night? That’s EXACTLY what I did. You’ve almost quoted the sign verbatim. But I thank you for justifying my frustration. :)

Elaine, indeed.

 
At Thursday, November 02, 2006 6:27:00 pm, Anonymous sbr said...

From my own experience, Google ads will indeed tick over veeeeeeeery slowly unless you have a really high hit count - in the thousands per day (a few hundred just won't do it).

The thing of encouraging people to click on them is a mug's game anyway. If everyone starts clicking on each other's google ads to give their mates money (and I'm sure a lot of this goes on) all it does is reduce the worth of a click-through: advertisers keep track of what proportion of google-ad entries to their site lead to sales, and as that proportion drops due to dud clicks, they pay less for the ads. Nobody makes money from that scenario.

Except google, of course, who now make more money than the rest of the planet combined.

 
At Friday, November 03, 2006 3:43:00 pm, Blogger gigglewick said...

I was pleasantly surprised when the gang of 8-year-old boys for whom I had not a pickled herring chose not to egg my house after being denied the sugary goodness of Halloween.

Crank on I say.

 
At Friday, November 03, 2006 6:28:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

SBR, you make a good point. I certainly don't have a really high hit count (I don't even a moderately large-ish hit count), and if I were ever silly enough to encourage people to click on my ads for me (even in a way that made it look as though I was actively DIScouraging such a practice), then I'd be a fool. Which I clearly am. I'm gonna forget all about it and not worry. Thank you for breezing in here and being the voice of reason. :)

Gigglewick, welcome! Are you a poet? That was some very poetic prose you wrote there! I like it. The first couple of teens who knocked on our door banged really loudly immediately after ringing the doorbell twice. So we were already annoyed by their as-loud-as-possible method of bringing us to the front door. When I opened the door, there stood a brother-and-sister combo (presumeth I) dressed in normal casual clothes, with two lines of face paint drawn across their cheeks. That was it. "Trick or treat!" they chorused, as if they'd been drinking, or something (but they'd possibly just been over-indulging on sugar products). They must have been around fourteen or fifteen years old. "Um, no - sorry, we don't go in for that," I said (having forgotten that it was Halloween in the first place and not being one who cares anyway). They looked crestfallen, but toddled off regardless. No egging was done to my house either, I'm happy to report. Five minutes later, the sign Fluffy inadvertently referred to appeared on the front door and thereafter we heard hordes of kids approach the front door, scream at each other to be quiet because there was a sleeping baby inside, and move away. So I guess we were lucky. But I've lived here since September 2000 (that's seven Halloweens in total), and I've only had trick-or-treaters once before ... in about 2001. So it was a little unexpected.

 
At Friday, November 03, 2006 10:06:00 pm, Anonymous sbr said...

Glad we cleared that up.

Perhaps I should make it clear that I only assume a really high hit count would get things going. My experience is of few hits and little money - no more.

 

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