Do you remember when those yellow, diamond shaped “yield” style signs stuck to the inside rear window of your car or truck were so popular? Back in the 80′s??

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I had a kid of my own, but I got so sick of seeing those that read “Baby on Board”. I mean, did anyone really think that a sign like that would make a difference to a reckless driver?? Like, I’m an idjit hauling ass down the freeway in my Camaro, head banging music blaring, pounding the steering wheel at 120 MPH while weaving in and out of traffic and I see one of those signs. “Uh-Oh,” I think. “I’d better be more careful. That car has a baby in it”. Yeah…. right.
Anyway, when I saw one of those lil signs that read “Baby I’m Bored” it was all about was lick n stick that baby in the back window of my ’78 4×4 Bronco!

I’ve been thinking of that sign a lot lately.

Last week my stats climbed to almost 1000 uniques a day for several days. It was a real wake up call. The post that generated this sudden spike was one from 2 years ago. It was a piece of Thorneish foolishness entitled Humpday and Thursday Thirteen (or: Lesbian Lust) with a list of sexy women with a token male. So two things, (at least) are immediately obvious: 1) Real writing doesn’t generate traffic unless you are writing about How to Increase Your Traffic or How to Get Rich Quick and 2) The single one of my posts that has gotten a significant amount of traffic was from when I was posting simply “for fun and for free”.

I’m done trying to make money on my blog. That’s right. It has become an act of masturbation that doesn’t even feel good. Haaaaa Bwahahahaha…
I mean, there is no reason to masturbate if it’s not fun- if it doesn’t feel good- right??

That doesn’t mean I’m not going to blog anymore.

What it means is:

  • I’m deleting my stat counter plugin (Thanks for this great idea, Shelly my sweet!)
  • I’m deleting all the google adsense and affilliate links and pay per post crap from my sidebars, which will leave room for all my cool lil icons and witty quotes of old.
  • It does mean I won’t be around quite as much; I have to make some money, so freaking fibromyalgia or not, I’m resurrecting A Hartjoy Design, my stained glass business. Be looking for postings of my auctions and sale items very soon.
  • But it also means, I’ll be writing what I want to write when I want to write and saying fuck if I want to.

Peace, out!