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GoogleVillage has a terrible essay about Pay Per Click advertising, the type of “paid listings” service provided by Overture.com and Google, among many others, including (full disclosure) my largest client.

The article has no concrete reasons for questioning the future of PPC. In fact, it underlines many of the strongpoints of this marketing medium: it’s mostly relevant, it’s results-based, it’s less gratuitous and disgusting than banners, it’s flexible, and it does not require long term contracts or lock-in.

The author posits that popular keywords in a PPC system will price themselves out of the market:

There are only a limited number of keywords which are performing well for clients and as competition rises, so will the pricing for these rise. It …

If you’re going as Paris Hilton to Carnival and you want to make sure your costume is perfect, these are the only jeans she wears and she has 20 pairs. (Supposedly, of course)

Can’t find much online (thanks, web) except this:

Some burn victim is getting a face transplant which I find disgusting and scary and terrible and a lot of other exaggerated terms.

Once a board of ethics, headed by Falklands War veteran Simon Weston has given the go-ahead, Lena will receive the face of a dead donor, removing her own severely burned face…

The surgery involves “degloving” the donor’s face from a four-hour-old corpse, severing the top layer of skin and then grafting it onto the recipient’s face.

via Boing Boing

For a dykey sportslut, Jennie Finch is kind of cute. She’s apparently good too, which is so important.

Too bad about the ridiculous rotating jesusfish in the corner of her site.

Holy shit these guys are dummbbbb. Heidi swears they’re really real, so if it’s a gag and I linked to them and the joke’s on me, I’ll give you her address so you can go fuckrape her. (Since she’s in the Dominican Republic her address is basically a two-paragraph description of how to get to her house from the port, since they don’t have streets (just sewage canals that you can walk next to or ride your donkey along) or addresses (since no one can read or write anyway, including all government officials). When Heidi arrived, with a relatively high level of knowledge, she was looked upon by the natives (who are savage and have bones through their noses) as …

Ken Courtney is the man. Here’s the current stock list which you REALLY NEED TO BUY. This guy is redefining fashion. You need to support this. In the future we’ll wonder how we ever bought “fashion” that was designed months in the future by a marketing machine like current fashion houses.

Fashion is lean, urban, dynamic, fast.

We went to Slim’s and it was dead, so we had to leave and go to the Grove. Since the Grove is known as the shittest shithole of them all on earth, everyone was sad:

Or at least tired. Except me, cuz I’m permadrunk:

I swear my eyes are approximately the same size in real life.

Many hours of Grovesuffering and many miles of driving back to the beach later we met these people:

who have NEVER EVER SMOKED POT so don’t even ask, but they had this Indian friend:

who just discovered cameras and is kind of afraid of them cuz they might steal your soul but at the same time is really interested in how it works, so we had to take a …

I forgot to blog yesterday that AsiaFoods.com delivered my Japanese soda that has a marble in it. It’s fun to drink and tastes pretty good too. I recommend it! (If only I knew its name but unfortunately it’s a bunch of crazy characters)

This song is so good it’s song of the day again.

Jason, this song will forever be burned into my soft useless gray brain linked to you and your wedding and that rainy drive home at 2am, somewhere in the middle of florida, god nature is boring, james is a good sleepydriver, whats this on the radio, these stations are foreign, these DJs are just like ours but with different names and slightly different voices, bizarroradio, this is so bad, GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! only thing that made the drive home tolerable.. it aint cocacola, it’s rice..

The Clash - Straight to Hell

It goes: The volatile molotov says.. straight to hell, boy! Googlecache of the full lyrics

p.s. 75% of people surveyed …

I’ve had this idea for a few years to make liquor gum or liquor pills that get you drunk upon ingestion. Some asshole motherfucker stole my idea.

That will teach me to actually do something with my ideas instead of sitting here looking at NYSocialDiary.com all day.