December 7th, 2007


hot button issues

the google ads on the side of my website are always interesting, because as most of you know, my website is about nothing. So our main page has articles on all sorts of different topics... basically we just feature forum threads with substantial text in the first post, sort of bloggy, it works pretty well I think. Draws people into the forums, gives us rotating content on that page, that sort of thing.

So last weekend I wrote an article about pro-life death penalty supporters and whether that's a contradiction in terms, which means that my google ads are all about abortion until we can move that thing down off there. There are four ad slots, and they're now all for pregnancy crisis centers and advocacy groups, all from that one article.

Today I was looking and there was an ad for cafepress that said: "Buy Abortion Apparel: Support Your Cause! 1000+ Designs. Abortion merchandise & gifts."

SUPER, people! Add a third side to the abortion debate: there's pro-life, pro-choice, and profiteers. My favorite is the line about gifts... as if that tops everyone's Christmas list this season? Who knows.

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So I found out that I passed my exit exam. This is good news, so I'm writing about it, but I don't feel good. I feel like something's been ripped out of me. I hate school with the hate of a thousand burning suns.

I'm not going to turn comments off on this entry, even thought I really don't want to read any happy-sunny congratulatory replies. If you can reply to this like i've survived some sort of horrible trauma though, I'd like to read that. In fact, I'll write your reply for you:

Spacefem, we're so proud of you for being strong through this. Your bitchy whining over the past few weeks has been insightful and entertaining and has not alienated any of us, we love you even more. Remember, you've only got one more semester of this, so don't jump off that bridge you've been eyeing.

yes, I know there are people in the world who struggle with much more complicated terrible events in their life than just enrolling in engineering school with evil professors. But that's not what I need to hear right now, so if you could just copy/paste what I've written there, that'd be for the best.