Advertising, and other lame excuses.
You might notice that there is now advertising on the blog. This isn’t tumblr’s fault, this is my fault.
I needed an AdSense account, this seemed like a sensible place to use in order to qualify for one.
I’ve selected text ads only, in order to try and make them as unobtrusive as possible.
You’re not expected to click on the ads, though of course, if you do - you’ll be donating to my bank account. Anyway, if you do decide to click them, don’t over do it, okay? This will likely bring up red flags with Google, so the best option is to click only if you’re interested, or if you feel like occasionally sending me a couple of cents, but mainly if you’re interested.
Why did I need an AdSense account? Well, what with us working a substantially smaller amount of time than we’re used to - I now have some free time. Some of this time is being devoted to experimenting with making money through page views, article submissions, and so on. I don’t know yet whether this is going to be an interesting, or profitable activity in the long run but it’s of interest to me right now, and at least I enjoy writing.
I’ll be posting links to article submissions on the blog, as they pop up. Feel free to click through and read them, I can’t guarantee they’ll be works of literary genius, or of interest to anyone - but again, every click donates to my pocket money.
What else has been happening? Oh, plenty. Ben & Erika came over for Christmas, and although a Christmas without family was still strange, they helped make everything feel more like home. They basically took our poor selves to Amsterdam, where we lived in decadance on a fantastical houseboat. New Years Eve in Amsterdam was simply amazing. Seeing as I’m back into the writing spirit, hopefully you’ll hear more about all of this in the near future.
Our visas and work permits have processed 99% of the way through, we just need to get one last signature and stamp from someone at the school, before it all gets the final seal of approval, and we are paid. Finally, finally paid. This should all go off without a hitch over the next week.
The latest trip to Bratislava, in order to pick up our longterm visas, unfortunately did not go off without a hitch. Having slept through most of the early train ride there, we arrived to discover that since we had last visited the currency had changed. Slovakia is now all about the Euro, which is wonderful for them, but was horrifying for us. We had kept the remaining Slovakian Krowns from our last several visits, in order to use them should there ever be a need. Such a need arised, and the currency we had brought was worth less than Monopoly Money. Could it be exchanged? No. Even at a bank? No. This means that somewhere along the way, we have turned about $60 into particularly bitter souvenirs. However, the picking up of the visas themselves went very smoothly, and our train ride home was generally fine, except for the very tired old backpacking fellow removed us from our seats half way through, so that he might claim them as his own. There were plenty of single seats available for him, and no pairs, his explanation made little sense, but it was not worth the argument. We moved.
More? There’s the Projekt Woche, adventures with the flu, Paul attempts to cook, and so on.
Hopefully, now that I’m back in the writing spirit, you’ll hear about all these things, and see the photos - but not right now. I’m tired, which is just another lame excuse.
