Ah, remember Orson Welles? Not skinny Orson Welles. I mean Fat Orson. He grew a big beard so he'd have the semblance of a chin, and hawked cheap wine on television in between reminding Merv Griffin (thanks, Bulldog) or Mike Douglas how big a deal he used to be. Whatever those brigands at Paul Masson paid the talented dirigible to utter their slogan, it wasn't enough. I remember it as clearly, and with affection, as the day it was uttered. I remember the only glass of Paul Masson I ever tried too, for other reasons.
On to the links:
The mere promise of Google Fiber seems to be enough to send rivals scrambling to deliver ultrafast Internet service at a reasonable price
I wish they'd promise something near me. My Internet provider needs to get the hell promised out of them.
Target CEO resigns 5 months after holiday data breach
Took that long to get the tar and feather out of his clothes, I expect
"The Great Unwatched" at the New York Times
By many estimates, more than half of online video ads are not seen, either because they are buried low on web pages or run in tiny, easily ignored video players on those pages, or run simultaneously with other ads. Vindico, an ad management platform company, deemed 57 percent of two billion video ads surveyed over two months to be “unviewable.”“The advertiser sees a report on an Excel spreadsheet that says, ‘Yeah, these ads ran,’ ” says Matt Timothy, Vindico’s president. “But more than half of them ran without being seen by a human being.”
Oh look: The Great Unread wants to point out their competitors for ad revenue are the Great Unwatched. Awesome concern trolling.
I For One Welcome Our New Tuba Overlords, at the Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys
That's not a musical instrument, is it? A series of tubes like that is Heating, Ventilation and Air Conditioning where I come from.
How To Lose $100 Million. The Undoing Of Tina Brown
I could have run Newsweek into the ground for half that, easy.
Speaking of Tina Brown's publishing disasters, here's the Daily Beast with: The Art World’s New Gang War
Let's be jerks. Let's read it, and then run away without leaving a quarter.
There you go. Have a great Monday. I have no idea why I said that. And I have no idea in the hell what a great Monday might look like. I've never seen one.
