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11 23 am pst [ perfection ] For breakfast I ate a quote: "Sometimes it feels as if I am trying to live the novel I want to write." It comes from Catherine in her entry for today. It made me gasp out loud, and thus Mathhew asked me what was wrong. I never get into reading other people's diaries, especially with the volume of time I spend working on mine (and other web projects). I don't even think it is fundamentally about reading journals perse; I don't like magazines, ezines, or newspapers either. But three diaries call to me from time to time (more and more frequently of late):
I had a perfect evening last night. In San Francisco, I enjoyed dinner with Matthew and Aurora and there aren't two people I would rather have spent my birthday with (and they surprised me with and apple pie!). We had a lovely, lengthy Italian feast, after which Matthew and I went to a bar in Russian Hill and each enjoyed a single drink:
I've gotten pretty decent on tuning out the banner ads that occur of myriad web pages, but often I look at them for their artistic merit, or lack thereof. Today I came across this banner:
Here I was thinking that this animated image of a woman being attacked as she sleeps* in her bed would be for some violence against women awareness site, or some such good cause, and instead it is just a catchy advertisement titled mysterious.gif for an internet toolbar they want you to download. I am more than a little offended at the imagery they used, and I am angered that my click will register on their site as coming from one who this "mysterious" graphic caught the eye of. * And on the note of her sleeping, did you notice that she is naked and sleeping with no covers on the top of her? I would freeze my tushy off if I ever tried to do that. Is their any person on the planet who sleeps naked with no covers on half of them? Please... 1 29 pm pst [ once ] Well, you only live once, so I decided that if I didn't like that ad so much, I ought to let them know, so I fired off an e-mail which included the declaration: Your advertising department should be ashamed. I can't resist unleashing a flame every now and again when I get fired up... 3 06 pm pst [ who'd a thunk it ] Well, what do you know! [Wow, that expression looks weird when typed.] A real person read my complaint and wrote me back: Thank you for the feedback. We apologize for the lapse in judgement regarding some of the current advertisements. We will forward your comments to our marketing department. This calls for a celebration! After I do the dishes I am going to take my camera and myself on an adventure walk. I can feel excitement in the air... [View the adventure walk supplement.] 6 33 pm pst [ no way! ] I added my birthday list present to yesterday's entry. It delights me so. I also took a whole slew of pictures on my adventure walk, and will probably make a suplemental page for posting them... As for my complaint about the above image, to my utter shock and surprise, the Director of Product Management for the offending company e-mailed me this afternoon: Dear Rachel, We appreciate your concerns and are in the process of removing the banner advertisement you objected to. This ad should [have] already been pulled, but we were not aware it was running on the Doubleclick network. Can you please tell me which website you saw this running on so we can track it down? Thank you for your feedback I feel so empowered; I can have offensive banner ads removed from the internet if I write a clear and concise explanation of why they should go. Power to the people!
I have added an adventure walk supplement. At dinner last night, Aurora used the word apoplexy in one of her myriad stories. I asked her what it meant, and I can't quite remember what she said, but I don't think she got the meaning quite right:
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