Carl, why do you remind us of these things? Don't you know they hurt? July 13, 2001 12:16 PMSubscribe
Carl, why do you remind us of these things? Don't you know they hurt? (Mistah Kottka reminded me to post this.) posted by solistrato (7 comments total)
i'm going to pretend that I don't know who Carl is for a sec. ok. :)
oh, now i see. damn slow loading anchor links. posted by jbelshaw at 12:28 PM on July 13, 2001
Now, which is longer: Carl's homepage, or 1142? posted by solistrato at 12:41 PM on July 13, 2001
Each advertiser is accessible only through a single discreet banner at the head of a content section. Most advertising is 90 percent persuasion and 10 percent information; advertising on HotWired reverses this ratio.
(And yes, I only found 1142 just now.) posted by holgate at 1:14 PM on July 13, 2001
Holgate: me too. I just like pretending I have cred. posted by solistrato at 1:29 PM on July 13, 2001
Yeehaw. Very funny stuff. Interestingly, though, banners do work OK if they link to something really specific, and communicate exactly that in the banner itself. And if they never link to an index or a front page - they have to link straight to the material you want people to see. If you do that well you can get 20-25% clickthrough, easily.
Trouble is you have to be making real content. And spending money on real content. And hope people haven' been so inured to banners by the fact that 90% of them are terribly executed. posted by mikel at 5:31 PM on July 13, 2001
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posted by jbelshaw at 12:27 PM on July 13, 2001