Google Adsense not getting me my Aston Martin…

Time for an update on my master plan to get a private island, a Lear Jet, an Aston Martin DB9 and a 74-bedroom castle in a forest somewhere. Not that I’m greedy or anything. Nope. Not me.

And I mention an Aston Martin in the title, but then promptly post a pic of a private jet. Coz I’m smart like that.

Anyway, do you recall my post about adding Google Adsense to this blog ages ago? Well, it was actually 1 month ago, but it feels like ages.

Turns out that if your site averages approximately 20 visitors a day you earn a solid R6.23 ($0.76) within the space of a month. There was that one day last week where my post about dodgy-looking 80s characters (read it here) did rather well and got around 300 visits in a day, but so far that was a once off.

Don’t get me wrong: every single one of the average 20 daily visitors is clearly a legend in their own right and deserve much kudos for their fine selection in online reading material and ongoing support. I feel that they may even deserve inordinate amounts of “favours” (nudge nudge wink wink) from the hottie of their choice as a thank you for their regular visits. Except of course for Jessica Biel. She’s mine. But anyone else then. Except also maybe Megan Fox. Or Scarlett Johannsson. Or that hottie from the shops yesterday.

If you have no idea of what I’m on about, then check over on the sidebar. See the crappy one or two ads in the block there? And the few more right down at the bottom of the sidebar?

Right about now is when the internet marketing brigade flames me for not having massive banners across the top, bottom and sides of each and every post, with flashing lights and sound clips and promises of gargantuan wealth being merely a click away. But no. I refuse. Those sites that do just that are quite frankly a pain in the ass – half of the time you don’t even know where the actual text you’re looking for is, thanks to the 87 ads embedded in a three paragraph article. That’s just not cricket.

Naturally those who do as the all-knowing internet marketers command all make loads of cash. And thoughtful little old me? R6.23. Per month.

Guess I’m actually going to have to keep a normal job. Kinda messes with my plans to sloth in a hammock on my own private island while Jessica Alba feeds me grapes though…