There was this headline

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on Yahoo (which so does not get a link because, dude, it's Yahoo.  Now I've said their name twice) that said "HOW TO MAKE MONEY ON THE WEB" so I totally clicked on it.  The first way to make money on the web is to be a blogger.

Hnpf.

I'm not makin any money doing this at all.  I even once tried those ads from google (now I've said their name and not linked it, so take that google) and I made exactly zero dollars off it.  Hawt.  My totally free site doesn't generate any income for me.  Whut?

I wouldn't pay to read me either.

{shrug}

In other news, we replaced our long broken Wii (also not linked!  Boo-ya Nintendo!) and have been having lots of fun bowling, Guitar-Hero'ing, baseballing, tennising, and exercising.  That's right, we bought one of those exercise games.  Not Wii Fit, rather EA Active.  (Just look at all the non-linkage!  I feel so dirty.)  It's pretty fun since you can create your own workouts and stuff.  2 days in and I'm wondering why my clothes still fit, I should totally be skinnier.

While we were bowling the other night, I came up with the next new brilliant idea.  Brace yourselves:

World of WiiCraft. {insert heavenly music}

Zomgosh awesome!  Can you imagine?  If you don't Wii or WoW you probably can't, but the rest of you are totally transported to awesome-land with me right now. 

Welcome, and enjoy your stay.

Comments

Anonymous said…
What do you mean you don't get paid. You get my 2 cents worth all the time!

Wii WOW would only be wonderful if there were wii-strictions on killing bears and wrabbits. Bonus points (or gold or magical powers or whatever) would be awarded for killing spiders, centipedes, and mosquitos.
11:46 PM
Sarah said…
wiistrictions, see things in awesome town really are awesome!
12:11 AM
Pam said…
HAHAHAHAHAH! I know there are LOL terms but it was more of a chuckle when I read. I swear every time I think of VT I think of you and how I need to call you to schedule a time to go. Miss you but happy you are doing well
7:11 AM
Anonymous said…
That is a gaming world where my hubby and I could possibly coexist. I don't get WOW, although I tried. He even went to BlizzCon last year, he's so hardcore, LOL! Gimme a Mii and I might be more apt to try again :)
8:51 AM
Harmony said…
Oh my gosh, you are so funny with all the non-linkage-ness in your blog. World of WiiCraft. You really should be a game designer. I suppose you missed your calling...
9:40 AM
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