One of my Google Ads campaigns spent 14x my daily budget on one day. I know of the 2x daily budget rule, but way to give me a freaking heart attack. #ppcchat
Noticed a sign on Main St. that said Canisius had Lyons Hall up for sale. Of course I look at the listing. My heart hurts seeing what that building - where I spent so much of my undergrad - looks like now. Someone needs to give that building some love.
Today's annoyances:
Women's clothing pockets are not big enough to hide the mini nerf gun needed for the game of last-man-standing.
If I wanted my FB ads CTA to be "see details," I would make it "see details." Stop fucking changing it, FB.
“Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew said. A little I'm hurt but not yet slain. I'll just lie down and bleed awhile. And I'll rise and fight again.” A little Marv Levy perspective, quoting Thomas Moore’s poem, for heartbroken Buffalo fans this AM.
Excuse me, Mr. ESPN NHL Announcer, as we all learned from The Cutting Edge, hockey skates do not have a toe pick, so no wonder the Montreal player crashed when he tried to use one.
And that is the least offensive of the goofs tonight.
Why do Google xWF reps need all this identifying info to send you email recommendations but will willingly yap with you on the phone? The most recent email request wanted full CID and account admin info. (Nope.) #ppcchat
In 1837, President Andrew Jackson invited the general public into the White House.
The occasion?
Jackson had a 1,400 pound block of Cheese sitting in the Entrance Hall of the White House that all were invited to eat.
The Cheese was gifted to Jackson in 1835 by one Thomas Meacham, being produced by dairy farmers in Oswego County, New York. It circulated the Mid-Atlantic on a tour as it made its way to D.C. The great Cheese arrived at the White House by carriage with 24 horses pulling it. It resided in the White House for about a year until February of 1837, at his final party as President, Jackson invited all to eat their fill of the Cheese.
"For hours did a crowd of men, women and boys hack at the cheese, many taking large hunks of it away with them. When they commenced, the cheese weighed one thousand four hundred pounds, and only a small piece was saved for the President's use. The air was redolent with cheese, the carpet was slippery with cheese, and nothing else was talked about at Washington that day. Even the scandal about the wife of the President's Secretary of War was forgotten in the tumultuous jubilation of that great occasion." - Perley's Reminiscences of Sixty Years in the National Metropolis, 1886, Benjamin Perley Poore
"If a wheel comes off and I hit the fence real hard, I get to whack every damn one of you with a hammer. Is that a deal? Y'all need some incentive to keep my tires on, obviously."
On this date in 2009: this radio gem 🤣