PSA: That Stuff To The Right

That mish-mash of links and ads and buttons and widgets and gadgets to the right of the written test will be cleaned up soon.

(Heh...I wrote "written test" instead of "written text". And I woke up this morning with the song "What I've Been Looking For" from High School Musical stuck in my head. I have no idea what this means. But I sure hope I get a date for the prom.)

Right now, I'm just tossing things up on the right sidebar just to get them tossed up. For now.

Really, I'm not supposed to point out or alert you to some of the ads. That's what the fine print on the ad contracts says, anyways.

But in way of alerting you to some of the ads...what's up with all the sausage ads?

I understand the Discount Hotels in Lithuania since I mentioned my fat Lithuanian-Polish head in my last post, and supposedly there is a little robot that now visits my blog, crawls the text for content, and then posts relevant ads based upon what I'm writing about. Thus the Lithuanian vacation sites.

(The little robots, by the way, make me feel all itchy just thinking about them. Any other time there's been a small anything visiting my content and crawling all over, it's required hours of nit-picking and a dose of permethrin to get rid of it.)

I suppose that posting the word "Polish" did it as far as the sausage ads. "Polish" set off a robotic word-association game that goes something like this:

Polish
Polish Jokes
Stereotype
Bang & Olufsen
Bangers and Mash
Monster Mash
Monster Trucks
State Fair
Pork Product Vendors
Kowalonek's Kielbasy Shop
Easter
Parade
Exercise
My Sweaty Armpits
Smell Like
Sausage



Or something like that.

There is one ad up there right now that I do wholeheartedly and strongly recommend that you take a look at - besides Kowalonek's Kielbasy Shop...seriously, the best kilbo in the world -
and that's the ad for Barefoot Books.

I love these books.

I'm a bookseller (for another book selling establishment, namely the largest retail book selling store in the entire universe) and I know my kids' books. And Barefoot Books rock-a-doodle-doo: stories out of the ordinary, multicultural stories, outstanding illustrations, and all from a mom-and-poppish shop that lovingly handpicks each product for outstanding quality and high OOOOOhhhhhhhhh! AAhhhhhh! factor.

Anyway...more about that later. Eh-hem.

So, before I end this post and begin chasing Terzo to grab the marker from his hand - the marker he's been entertaining himself with while I've been blogging, and the marker that he's been using to draw all over the front of the fridge - I have to clear up one thing....

It seems that there has been some misunderstanding based upon my roundabout and confuzzled ramblings in the post below, and that somehow, some of the commentors - male commentors especially - are wishful thinking under the impression that I will be starting a pole dancing blog.

I regret to say that this is not going to happen. Not in your wildest dreams.

I may start a Polish Dancer blog, but that's something else entirely.

However, as a sort of consolation prize, I will offer you this.

Just don't watch it at work.

And don't tell your wife or girlfriend...or mom...that I showed it to you.

Thnxkbai!


EDIT TO ADD: Well, now the sausage ads are gone. But I swear, there was a big ad covered in meat about ten minutes ago.

ANOTHER EDIT TO ADD: I just clicked on the Kowalanek's link with the computer speakers on. Evidently, there was a song I'd missed before. A song about kielbasy. And that's one way to get any High School Musical song out of your head.

25 comments:

we_be_toys said...

Wow..that was one amazing pole dance! I can't believe you don't want to do that for a living!(just kidding!)
I'm going to go and click on all your ads now, while you go get the magic marker (yikes!!!!) away from the toddler.

Melanie said...

Your word association is hilarious, and remember: EVERYTHING comes back to sausage. Also, a sausage is NEVER just a sausage.

anne said...

I agree with melanie - everything does come back to suasage. And Kevin Bacon.

But this:
my sweaty armpits
smell like
sausage

Brilliant!

Jozet at Halushki said...

Kevin Bacon! BAH! Another pork joke! How did I miss that one?

anastasia beaverhausen said...

It's a tough world when pole dancers get paid more than worthy bloggers.

cinnamon gurl said...

I saw a sausage ad!

I put google ads up when I first started but took them down for two reasons: 1) I never made even a penny and 2) there were way too many ads about armpit yeast cures and Sugar Daddy websites. I swear I never wrote about armpit yeast!

cinnamon gurl said...

Oh but the ads are good for notifying you when perhaps you've exhausted your subject matter... or at least that's what I've found. ;)

Jozet at Halushki said...

Cin Gurl

You're right...I don't know how long I'll leave up the Google Ads, but right now it is an interesting content gauge. I can also see me trying to write about the most outlandish topics I can think of just to see what kinds of ads pop up.

I obviously have a lot of time on my hands at times.

Her Bad Mother said...

What, exactly, is wrong with sausage? Without sausages, there would be no sausage *rolls*.

Jozet at Halushki said...

HBM -

Well, I'm a "sausage lover" myself. Erhem.

However, the one ad that came up with the photo of all the sausages lined-up on a deli counter looked...uh...pornographic, lol!

Peggy Sez.. said...

Sausages AND pole dancers..The blogging life is nevah dull. ;p

Tootsie Farklepants said...

I <3 sausage.

mamatulip said...

Every time I ask Oliver want for lunch he tells me he wants p-jelly and sausage.

One of these days I'm going to make it for him, and he's going to love it, dammit.

mothergoosemouse said...

Bookseller? How cool! I worked in a bookstore in college - the biggest bookstore in town, back in the days before the big box bookstores had spread far and wide.

Pocklock said...

Site looks pretty! Except, I can't see your header anymore. Seems to be broke. :-(

mmmm. sausage.

Theresa said...

First pole dancing, now sausages...you are going to be getting a lot of traffic this way. ;)

Julie Pippert said...

You're not going to pole dance with a sausage?

Google is DESPERATE for me to buy the Julie American Girl Doll.

They have mistaken me for someone who would do something like that or who has the money to do something like that. Maybe if they ever paid me jack.

Or sausage.

I'm nto picky.

slouching mom said...

i wish you better luck with google than i've had. in one year, $41. that's not nothing, but neither is it something.

sigh.

Ophelia Rising said...

I LOVE sausages. And I LOVE Barefoot Books. The best books for children, ever. Hands down.

My smallest child also loves to scribble on all the surfaces of our house. The walls. The furniture. The refrigerator. The cat. We sigh with resignation, and say to ourselves, "Well, she's just asserting her creative and artistic abilities." While we scrub away.

(And I could be mistaken, but I thought I heard her say "Suckers!" under her breath, the other day...)

Great post! Great blog!

Mrs. G. said...

I believe in the power of sausage.

Professor J said...

Now if you girls are going to go on and on about sausages. . .

I do think you're going to get some interesting traffic, my dear. I can't wait to see what new ads you get as the days go by!

Bastet said...

I really never thought I would read a blog about sausage and pole dancing...but I could really go for some about now! LOL! Sausage that is, no pun intended! Sausage joke gone wrong! LOL.

Amy Beth @ Ministry So Fabulous! said...

Wouldn't it be fabulous if I knew how to reply to your comment on my blog with, well, a simple click of the button? Unfortunately, I have no idea how to do this.

BUT, I did want to say hello at least -- and ask how you found me! You're my first visitor I don't know, so I'm pretty excited. :)

lildb said...

I knew a girl who could dance like that. we used to all sit, all of us, the dancers, I mean, we'd just sit down on our bums and watch when she was onstage. It was sick. It made my stomach turn with envy and with delight - and I was always aware that she was an artist, an acrobat, a performer in the true sense; there was never, at least for me, and probably for most others who watched her besides, a real awareness of her being divested of clothes.

I, meanwhile, sweat bullets when you say the very word "pole." which meant that I generally didn't spend a lot of time spinning on it.

p.s. I'm trying to personally see to it that you receive a large check from googleads and soon.

just wait and see, babe.

xoxo

Jenny said...

I just discovered and promptly fell in love with Barefoot Books. A lady at the Unitarian church sells them!

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