blog scraping = Random, unauthored sites stealing content, in whole or in part, with or without linkage, with no apparent rhyme or reason, except to put words on a page with ads. They typically leave a “ping” in the comments for the original blog’s commenters to click through, but WordPress (hear this, blog scrapers) is really good about marking those as spam and not letting them through. No reputable blog (read = one with an author, regularly written content, etc.) is typically accused of blog scraping; these are fly-by-night jobs that are often shut down as quickly as they are started; they only want click-throughs and eyeballs to earn them ad money.
You’ll see a new tagline on my posts for a while in an attempt to cut down on blog scraping; adding this really worked for the DC Metro Moms site, and I’m willing to try it, because I’m tired of my personal content appearing on random pseudo-sites without authors, rhyme or reason. And no, I’m not linking to an example.
The Johnson & Johnson Camp Baby fiasco continues to unravel, despite the quick action by the organizers and their apologies at City Mama’s and Mothergoosemouse’s blogs. As it turns, out both Firemom and Sweet|Salty Kate were disinvited because of nursing babies as well. Check out a professional’s opinion over at Susan Getgood’s Marketing Roadmaps.
Oh, and yes, we went out again today, on a rollicking and boisterous playdate: A springtime hayride, in 40 mph winds. We dithered back and forth about whether to go, but, in the end, Widget and I went, and it was wonderful. Widget climbed into the very front of the wagon, ignored the hay, and proceeded to watch the tractor roll for the entire duration of the hayride while his little friends shivered and snuggled into the hay in back, occasionally looking around at the odd bunny-esque displays that popped up along the
bunny trail wagon route. The only one that really got Widget’s attention was the parade of chocolate bunnies. Um. Guess I have to put the chocolate bunny in the basket this weekend after all. Wonder whether his Daddy or I will nibble the ears? But the hayride itself was wonderful. He asked me how the tractor goes, and I explained (Sort of. I mean, I don’t know how an engine works, but he didn’t ask that, now, did he?). I pointed out the engine, and told him that it makes the axles turn. Then I pointed out the axle and explained how it turns the wheels. He was fascinated.
And then, when we came to a stop, he was all business, hopping out and running off to play in the wooden train and castle. When “Princess C.” left the castle for the super slides, he went running after her, telling me, “Mommy, I want to find Princess C again. Because I love her.”
And so it begins.
But, blogfriends, it doesn’t end there. As I was running to the drugstore tonight, Widget climbed into my lap and said, “Mommy, I want to go with you to the store. Because I love you.” Yeah.
Little boy, your Mommy loves you too.