Although it’s Friday, on the cusp of a three-day weekend, no less, I’m in a mood tending toward foul irritability, so I ask your pardon in advance. Is it just me or is advertising on book blogs not only annoying but downright offensive? It’s akin to a big fat yellow button that says Donate. Rattle, rattle, shake, tingy shake rattle shake pling. Except it’s worse than that. Way worse. The blinking-winking animated ads detract from your content, I promise you. Even static ads are nuisances. Do you want me to read your writing or the messages of others? Are you that hard up for pocket change you want to deliver your reading audience, as small as it is, over to this or that publisher, indie press, or e-commerce site? Really?! Honestly, I just don’t get it. If I’m missing something here, set my ass straight. That will be the only incentive I need to apologize to blogging Apes the cyberforest over—and kiss all six ads on the damn forehead and ask for forgiveness. Postscript. The title of my post comes from G. Orwell whose poor judgment has clearly influenced me.
advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket