Something I published on this blog that I had changed from the true story to protect my relationship with my sponsors is my Google AdSense post. In which I told the story of waking up and finding my AdSense account being rapidly clicked and my account being disabled.
That was a nice story and all, but it wasn’t a competitor that took down my accounts, it was me. The timeline of waking up and seeing clicks wasn’t true, I just had woken up to the email from AdSense it however was true that it was the day before my birthday.
So here is the story in the way that I have repeated over ten times in the appeal process with Google. This was a copy and paste of my last submission.
"I had a friend who I trusted and he had a successful twitter account so I paid him to post my URL and get me traffic. He was pocketing the money and using bots or some type of traffic exchange to bring my website traffic."
Thats what really happened, so why not tell the truth here? I would have lost my remaining sponsors. The second I posted that I bought traffic I would violate every service agreement signed and everything would be lost.
Now it’s about me and you and not about the money.
I’ve always wanted a cool popular blog. It must be my lack of grammar skills and constant need to spill out my real thoughts and not just pictures of my food and book reviews. Treating it as a thought diary is something that I’ve always had this blog to be.
I started blogging in middle school while hiding the page from the teacher in the computer lab. That blog was more of a time stamp blog ‘6:15- wake up 7:15- go to school’ on myspace.
It was that night when I registered my first domain name and owned a piece of the internet ‘russcatalano.com’ on my first laptop. My grandma paid by handing me her credit card and when I was confused about why I didn’t have a website but paid for a domain name I called GoDaddy and was instructed to buy a website starter kit. I got permission to purchase and made a blog for myself, I made this blog.
The blog was mostly for some of my way early photography and occasionally I let my thoughts out too. One day the domain expired and somebody picked it up fast and required I pay five hundred dollars to have it back. That really discouraged me from creating content online.
About a year later I found YouTube through my brother at my grandma’s house one night, we made my first YouTube video then too. I was really into magic then and it was a outlet for that. My first video was a fake levitation where the front of my sweatpants were cut and my shoe tied on. Lifting up my leg made it seem like both feet were off the ground.
The YouTube bug really bit me with that first video and I continued doing magic videos and trying to grow an audience. I stopped doing magic and made a new youtube account when I was in highschool. That account is ‘youtube.com/russcatalano’ I once again had a need for my personal domain.
A year or two had past since my domain was held hostage and they had let it expire too so I was able to get it for the original price and have money left over to pay for a website building service. It stayed untouched until I took it off of the crappy pre made GoDaddy website and put it on Tumblr where it is hosted even today.
It looked better and was free but the main reason I moved it to Tumblr was because I was at home ditching school watching Current TV when a show came on about becoming a professional blogger from scratch. One of the participants started a Tumblr blog and quickly started making a name for himself. I tried WordPress, GoDaddy, and Blogger ,but always kept going back to Tumblr. Ease of use and a format I really grew up blogging on.
I wen’t through blogging months where I would write my thoughts at various points in the day only to delete them the next month in fear that people will read them. I went through this really up until last year where I started blogging regularly and never really looked back to delete anything.
I stopped caring about what others thought or if they found out and I started caring about what made me happy, what got me out of my own head if only for the thirty minutes it took to write the post.
Thats my blogging history on this domain in the best way that I could remember it. Almost all of my registered domains have detailed histories like this. I could remember the point in my life and why I had created it. Maybe I will write about these from time to time.
I’ve been fascinated with what I couldn’t have ever since I was little. Everyone has this but it seems worse with me. Feeding my ego or just being spoiled I’ve always worked hard toward the latest and greatest.
I guess it started with toys, I used to take the toy catalogues from the news paper and circle everything that I wanted. Seems normal enough, but I always tried to devise ‘plans’ to be able to get more toys. Trying to do work around the bookstore I spent my weekends in to earn more.
Then the deep feeling of lust for an object sort of faded away until I got my first cell phone.
A old Nokia like the ones in the ‘indestructible’ memes. Well throwing it against the wall sure shattered mine into a million little pieces.
Upgrading and upgrading every three to six months through ‘breaking’, ‘losing’, or the phone getting ‘stolen’ to the next model up. This was at a time where cell phones went from brick, to flip, SMS, camera, and web all in about three years and I wanted the newest and best.
This stopped when I got the Droid phone, after a year I dropped it for a iPhone 4 on my own plan, without an insurance upgrade option. Since then the upgrades have been out of necessity and not pleasure.
Since then about every year there is something I lust after with that determination and drive. Trying to get the object becomes my passion project, everything that I work for.
A lot of people will just say that I am spoiled or have a buying disorder but I say it’s good. Without this I won’t work as hard to get to my goals. Lusting after something is a great motivator.
My name is not ‘Russ Catalano’, I don’t live in Denver, and what you think you know about me is wrong.
Here is the truth.
I’ll start with the obvious, my name. Catalano is my mother’s maiden name, I have my father’s surname. I’ve been attempting to make ‘Russ Catalano’ my legal name for some time now but for now it remains a pen name. It is however a common law second name for me as I’ve used it all of my life and sign under both names. Although anyone attempting to find me I’m sure wouldn’t have to go far as it’s a ‘alias’ of mine on all the government’s paperwork from filing to change my name.
I don’t live in Denver as I’ve let everyone assume without correcting. It all stemmed from a few FourSquare location posts. I do live in southern Colorado though. Just a little down from Denver.
I don’t share much information, mostly because no one asks, they just assume. So you probably have this set of facts about me that are half real and half assumed. Feel free to ask me anything I won’t mind.
It’s been a long time since we’ve talked. Lately this has been in a different direction than what I started it for. I started it as a extension to my twitter, which at the time was my thoughts.
I don’t have time to tweet my thoughts anymore though. Writing books, making videos, working my ass off to get ahead of the mass of zombie cookie cutter 99% of this job, for what? So I can have more time to do just this? What is this?
Me and you.
Our conversations have always been mostly one sided, the hypothetical ball in my court. The daily posting taught me a lot about myself but anymore I just don’t have anything to talk about. Sponsors have had control of what I can and can’t say, I had killed all of the income in what has became a year long battle.
All of this kept me from coming back to you, the reader. I made this into something that was profitable and left because the profit was held hostage by Google. This was never men’t for profit, but for me, something like a ‘thought diary’ where I can ramble about anything on my mind to escape from my mind if only while I’m writing.
Something where I didn’t have to worry about who I told to go fuck off or what brand I said was better than another. The corporate leach took a bite into this blog with my first secret sponsor partnership. From then on every word wrote had to be looked over and approved before I could press the green ‘Create Post’ button to publish.
Not anymore, now it’s just my blog. I can say what I want when I want. Freedom. If I wanted to post a hate blog about a song at three in the morning I will no longer have to send it off to ———- and get it declined because the artist is signed to their online sales record label.
Expect more from this blog, and the reason about fifteen posts are missing is because they included words that I didn’t write when I submitted them to ———- for approval.
Everything that remains and that is to come is only my opinion, never changed for a sponsor, nor written to favor someone over another for a monetary reason.
Will you take me back?
Subway treats it’s employees like day old meat. #BoycottSubway
[Update 7:51 AM 12.4.12 : Thank you all for emailing me your personal bad experiences and showing mine was not a isolated occurrence. Thank you for all the support too, waking up to over 75K views and countless emails shows i’m not alone in the fight for a safe worry free workplace.]
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This starts out with me walking into a subway. At night.
One young female employee working, which isn’t a problem because there was nobody in the establishment. The problem is that at night when one employee is working it seems to open the door for things like, rape, robbery, murder, etc.
This even violates 7-11’s policies after they changed them due to armed robberies, rape, and yes murder. Closing a store alone is one of the worst feelings because really why would a bad person not sit outside and wait for you to go to the car and take your keys to the store, or go in as the lights are going off to do the bad deeds previously planned.
I have many problems with subway, this tops them all though. This is the one problem that is going to have serious legal action taken against the chain if it is not resolved.
No, that is not the threat, it’s the truth. The first legal cases can be made without bloodde guns, or rape. It’s Colorado state working laws. If an employee is alone how can he or she (she in this case) go to the bathroom, or take the law required breaks? He or she can not which is a direct violation.
Once someone is raped, robbed, or murdered- Subway is at fault for the victim’s death or trauma because of the experience. (Google ‘7-11 employee lawsuit’ and cross reference ‘robbery’ or ‘death’… these are the cases the victim’s lawyers are going to bring up in court).
I understand that Subway doesn’t own the restaurants, they just franchise the name with a set of rules. Shouldn’t following state law and common sense over profit margin be two of these rules? I think so. I also think these franchise owners should be reprimanded and the employees who were subject to these working conditions should be praised.
Subway, fix this now, before your negligence gets someone hurt or killed.
J.P Morgan Chase bank, Where do I start? Other than the obvious political reasons to hate the bank I have my own views too. First of all I do all my banking with Chase. I like the ease of use that reminds me more of PayPal than a real internet banking experience.
I got the real banking experience when I forgot to add money to the account from my PayPal unknown to myself the account was in the negative. I rarely ever use my Chase account other than debit transactions when the gas stations are closed so I didn’t realize my mistake until I got a call….. make that three a hour for eight hours while my phone was off in a meeting.
I called the number back and I was greeted with the fantastic news that I was being charged forty extra dollars for it being in the rears for over a week. A problem that would not be a issue if I had gotten a phone call (or the twenty four) on the first day. I told them I would transfer money to my account through PayPal as I always do and it will be posted in three business days. Two and a half days later they charged my account a additional twenty dollars in late fees. Making the PayPal transfer for the first amount pointless.
The next day came another set of constant calls, another PayPal transfer for the difference. I called PayPal for good measure on the three day transfer time… turns out the majority of transfers can take five days. He did ask why I even bothered to use the Chase account when I am eligible for a Business Debit Card on my PayPal account.
All of my problems, fees, overdrafts, all of this could have been avoided with the simple call to PayPal. I really only cared for the account as a debit card that I had to transfer money into to use. As of now my Chase account is still negative on funding, hope the PayPal goes in before they decide to stack on another fee.
Speaking of fees, pretty strange that after I spoke to them they decided to add another fee on the day before the scheduled transfer goes through. Calling back being told it was a ‘automated’ system. I asked around… it happens often.
I will soon be strictly on my PayPal account. I suggest to stay away from banks until their fuckery is more regulated. PayPal is making that easier than ever, although technically they are still a bank.
Walking around the corner at the super market after parking my car, with police officers in the distant stretch to the doors. I see one with his hand on his side arm, the other grabbing handcuffs behind his back.
Lets call the police officer with handcuffs officer one, because he wouldn’t give his name. The one with his hand on the gun, officer two.
Officer two tells the young woman with tight jeans no purse and a bottle of Tide Detergent to set down the bottle, she does. Officer one rips her left arm behind he back with so much force she screams, officer two tells her to ‘Shut it’, officer one proceeded to place handcuffs on the woman very tightly.
I fumble for my phone camera and start recording as what is happening comes into view.
The woman says she has the receipt in her pocket and went through the automated checkout. The officers take her from the outside of the store inside of the store into a ‘backroom’ with a one way mirrored window. As I follow them to the room officer two turns and starts walking towards me, I bend down at a sale display and position the phone to the door that then shuts.
How much is too much force. Is there a point where the dollar amount of suspected stolen goods warrants a forced detainment and at what point does a police officer that places a woman outside of the store get the permission to take her back into the store’s back room where I’m sure a interrogation took place.
A life long friend of mine works at this particular store and let me pop into the room for a second (no camera of course) and it’s just as pictured in my mind. A small room, two tables and some monitors of cameras from the store, no camera recording the room itself.
Anything after the door was closed is pure imagination but those officers detained a woman outside of the stores doors, proceeded to take her back into the store and interrogate her in a room not monitored. Your guess is as good as mine.
By the way, the police car was closer to the arrest than the back room, I got a lecture from a random passerby about how illegal it is to record police (it’s not), and when I called internal affairs to find out more about the laws and the arrest the man took all my information (Full name, HOME address, etc.) before saying anything.
So, you decide, fair arrest, little too much for a five dollar bottle of soap? Was the hand on the gun needed, what about the pulling arm very hard and officer two yelling ‘shut it’ when she screamed in agony, what about the back room?
My hunt in the skies has spawned a new subject of photography for me. Call them contrails or chemtrails, call me a conspiracy theorist or a activist, It’s my new subject to point the camera at when nothing special is on the ground.
I started off just taking pictures of the manmade streaks in the sky knowing nothing about them. As more people started noticing a camera pointed at the sky I got questions, questions I really had no idea how to answer. So I did my research and what I found is still debatable.
Living in a area of Colorado where contrails seem to disappear as fast as the plane flies, either because of the temperature or altitude. I started turning my camera on the ones that linger, some even for over a day. Starting my research on these I find only two sides of the argument. One side is that they exist, many blogs, movies, and pictures dedicated to this, even some Wikipedia articles. The other side is seemingly missing. Maybe it’s because once exposed to the idea of it they write a uneducated comment and forget about it in this fast paced world where ‘likes’ and ‘views’ prevail.
The fact is, many people don’t know, or even bother to find out about what they are breathing. I looked into it and it’s admitted, out there in the open. A company for nearly every state. Aero Systems Incorporated being Colorado’s very own weather modification company, seriously go check their website http://asicolorado.com/
Cloud seeding or weather modification is not a new or ‘hidden’ aspect of life. It’s just not that news worthy. In 2006 a $8.8 million project started in Wyoming to ‘test’ the effects on increasing snowfall. The 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing was openly cloud seeding to increase air quality. Later blasting iodide sticks to make snowfall that lasted three days.
The chemicals most commonly used for spraying are Silver Iodide, Solid Carbon Dioxide, Liquid Propane, Sulfur Dioxide, and Salt. The effects exposure to some of these chemicals raise questions if these programs should have been allowed to start.
It has been admitted over and over again that this is not a ‘theory’ but fact. Fox and CNN won’t talk about it like so and that is why we are not protesting in the streets or wearing particulate masks whenever we go outdoors.
Which leaves me at asking you, asking to take photos, shoot video, tweet, blog, or post about these whenever you see them. After looking up from your phone you will notice the ones that are different than regular contrails. You will start thinking if anyone else will ever notice before it is too late. You will start doing something other than sitting around reading my twitter, looking at my pictures, or watching my videos.