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Posted on 05/29/06 @ 9:30 am

So about five months ago, I decided to jump the sponsorship broom and put up some ads on the site. I'm currently working with a cocktail of three different ad servers (Google, AVN and Text Link Ads). Based on my experience, I have to say that hands down, Text Link Ads is the easiest to set up and delivers a substantial payout with no muss or fuss. Not to say that the other two companies aren't good, but I have yet to get a payout from Google Adsense or AVN, and I've already gotten three checks from Text Link Ads — enough to pay for BGB through the end of the year with enough left over to buy a Nintendo DS Lite.

You do the math. I already have. I'll break down each of the services and their pros and cons. (more…)

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Is This The End?

Posted on 05/28/06 @ 6:30 pm

While giving some thought to ending this blogcast series, I also tackle the following issues; forced socialization at work, the budding romance with Apollo, the CW, Skype and HotRecorder, blogroll politics, and the deal with gay men making friends with money and/or sex attached. This week's audio bump: "Wanda Vidal" from Sound Directions: Funky Side of Life by Yesterday's New Quintet. Cop it if you haven't — you'll love it. Would you like to be on the show? Got any suggestions or comments? Contact me below! Thanks!

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The CW: Girlfriends
HotRecorder
Skype
X-Men: The Last Stand
Media Take Out: How the Girlfriends cast stabbed Jill Marie Jones in the Back

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Love Is A Many Splintered Thing

Posted on 05/24/06 @ 12:50 am

These past few days, I've been thinking about love. How people fall into it, fall out of it, or even come up with the criteria to describe it. It got me to thinking — how did you find out about love? Did your parents teach you? Other relatives? How did you come to your thoughts about love? I'll start.

For me, I never really saw "love" growing up. Granted, no one can see love, but rather the actions which manifest because of it. In the case of Sperm Donor and Death to Shakespeare, I would not say they were in love. If they were, they never showed it with constant fighting and arguing. If anything, they stayed together out of obligation to us kids. Most of my uncles I saw on a regular basis were single and didn't date (at least from what I could tell). Even Yes Man and Ma'dea hardly seemed like they were in love, but rather kept house because they were both old and had kids together. There weren't any stolen kisses, playful flirting, or anything like that. Family was just business as usual.

In a way, I kinda wish I had the sit-down talk about love and relationships. I went blindly into a lot of situations in grade school not knowing the first thing about love or what to do. Growing up, my experiences ended up creating and shaping my experiences about love, but without some kind of benchmark, I guess it's no different than taking the same shots in the dark I did as a kid.

Does it all make sense? Not really.

Anyway, I think it's important to establish what it means to me the older I get (and the more relationships I find myself in). I'm not going through this little exercise in introspection because I'm falling in love (I'm not!). But again, you've gotta know this stuff. If not for ourselves, than at least to help our community as a whole.

Yeah…I'm rambling here. Off to bed. But seriously, tell me what you think about love and all that stuff.

Asides #19

Posted on 05/24/06 @ 12:02 am

For the cool kids out there that listen to music on their phones (not unlike that crappy iTunes phone with the 100 song limit), I would highly recommend the Plantronics M40S musicphones if you've got a 2.5mm jack. The omnidirectional microphone works great and the sound quality is good for earphones for a phone. Also comes with a 3.5mm adapter to use with standard headphone jacks.

via Blackfolk: How To Produce An "Urban Novel. What's sad is that I go to Barnes and Noble or Borders and see these wedged up right next to Pearl Cleage or Walter Mosley under the umbrella of "African-American Literature". Clearly I am wasting my time trying to write real fiction.

Taylor vs. Katharine — c'mon…Taylor has to win. Either that or America really likes goofy Rachael Ray clones with weight issues.

I have to throw this out here: stop sending me URLs asking me to add you to my blogroll. I do this out of love (naturally) as 99.99% of the people that send me these messages are all "I read you every day" and yet ask me to put their link on my blogroll. The blogroll that's not on my site. Get it together, folks. This has been a public blogosphere announcement from Karsh.

The Apollo situation continues — I don't want to jinx anything, but I seriously think a plane trip is in order.

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Passive Aggressive Catharsis

Posted on 05/22/06 @ 10:58 pm

via J. Brotherlove: List up to ten (10) things you want to say to ten (10) different people. Do not state who these people are. Do not confirm or deny any 'comment speculation':

All it takes is a visit to another city and having a great time to make a person stop talking to you, returning your phone calls or answering your IMs. God, I could bottle what we have and call it "Reversion".

Glad to see you're at least forging a semblance of what it means to "do better". How's that shiny new bauble you bought with my money faring you?

If all it took was three days and $200 to piss you off, then I consider it money well spent. For the record, I'm through with your ass too. Keep on spinnin'!

Used to be homie, used to be my ace. Now I can't even vaguely mention an incident without you getting up in my face. Haven't you forgotten that I'm only evil when provoked or how I even helped you get where you are today? Kids these days.

I'm not mad at you. My bank account just can't afford to hang out with y'all anymore.

No more words. Really, wasting my patented blend of barbs and spites on you is hardly worth the effort. Should you ever wise up and realize you missed out on a good thing, then I'll be here. To slam the door in your face.

Could it be that it was all so simple then? Or has time erased every line? Time to take things to step two, bucko. Saddle up. I'll take the plunge if you will.

Goddamn, I hate you. I mean really hate you. I mean hate you like one human being shouldn't be able to hate another human being without resorting to garroting you with piano wire or just killing you with an upward fist to the nose. However, you sadly make my way of life possible right now, and because of that, I guess I'm inclined to like you. Bitch.

I really wish we could hang out again. But alas, you're too cool to be seen with me and prefer to relegate me to the status of "Internet Friend". We live less than five miles from each other — come on! Then again, I'd be too liable to "be myself", which would put you off and wonder why I'm so different than every other guy you've met. God, how does it feel to be such a simpering coward?

You know, if you're so worried about me, would it hurt you to pick up the phone every now and again and call a brotha? Jesus H. Christ, I've got three phone numbers, two VoIP numbers, five e-mail addresses and four IM screennames. I can be reached.

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