I’ve been playing a lot of Zynga Poker lately. Full disclosure: It’s to practice for the next poker night when I’m up against my father-in-law.
And like many things, I’ve been subconsciously relating it to marketing. What a freak, I know. See, poker has a lot to do with representing something in exactly the right way, just like in marketing. You’re not always in control of what’s given to you, also like marketing. Particularly with Zynga Poker, some players have an annoying tendency to go all-in on every hand, or to bet thousands of dollars on crappy pocket cards, like a 3-8 offsuit. That’s kind of like blog spam.
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When you have a blog (as I do), you get comment spam. There’s no way out of it. Some of it even gets through the filters, unless you have some genius hacker technology I’m not aware of. In that case, hook a buddy up.
I just downloaded and glanced through this
For almost the past year, I’ve absolutely loved my office. I’ve loved my desk, I’ve loved the lighting, the break area, the office mascot, and especially my coworker. That’s because my office has been home. My desk has been the dining room table, the lighting ambient sunlight, the break room my kitchen, the office mascot our fuzzy pup
As a frequent Internet user in the age of social networking, I’ve become slightly numb to the many ways in which social networks integrate, connect, and personalize the Web experience. I’m no longer surprised when a hotel review site seems to know my Facebook profile picture, or when an article I’m reading has a share tweet all ready to launch from my own Twitter account. I’m used to unflinchingly clicking “no” when mobile games ask to post things to Facebook on my behalf. (Even though I entirely condone this style of crowd-sourced marketing, I’m nobody’s promotional drone, y’all.)
Anyone who manages an online community is constantly at war with one particular enemy: Web spam, and the endless onslaught of borg-like spammers who offload their syntactically deranged, hyperlinked gibberish night and day. In fact, I’ve launched websites that have started receiving streams of meaningless comments before I’d even started promoting.
I just had a chance to check out the weird,
If you are like me — a ridiculously uncoordinated typist whose most-used key is “backspace” — then the caps lock button on your keyboard is probably more of an irritating speed bump than a useful tool. In fact, after two or three accidental caps lock incidents in about 10 minutes, I found I’d rather just disable the thing. But how?
As I clicked, for about the eighth time today, to close a space-invading pop-up within .004 seconds of it opening (without even giving it the benefit of a nasty glance), it crossed my mind that pop-ups are long overdue to expire as a means of getting attention.
Ok, I see the metaphorical inaccuracy here: Ninjas technically don’t defend castles. Got it.

