Why I Make a Lousy Sellout

As we all know, anybody involved in creating some form of entertainment who gets or attempts to get any money whatsoever from it must immediately be accused of "selling out." I'd like to think that funny webpages qualify as entertainment, and I'd really like to think that this webpage occasionally qualifies as funny.

When I announced the move of the DBA Webpage (every other part of my site was stagnant, so who cares?), some people may have looked at the new site, noticed that there's banner ads on it, and said "pyre's totally sold out now. I liked his page better when he cared about David Bowie's crotch, not just about the money!" (I must be feeling self-important today, but it's a nice delusion for me to think there's David Bowie's Area fans who consider themselves Old School DBA fans.)

Anyway, the whole term "sell out" is dumb and overused and all that. I for one want the artists, writers, and musicians I like to make tons of cash off me and my fellow fans, so they can keep entertaining me instead of becoming telemarketters and insurance salespeople. But this is beside the point, back to the title. Why exactly do I make a lousy sellout?

$13.20

One Month.
There's Fun entries older than a month, yeah, but it's been almost a month since I actually put up the forwarding link on the old location and officially announced the move. Thirteen dollars and twenty cents to date from my Terrashare banners. For a month. That's about what I make in an hour and half of my "real job" thingy. I guess I just can't get a hang of this sucking up to The Man arrangement. When am I supposed to write a Pepsi jingle? I'm about halfway done with my pathetic Saturday Night Live opening monologue. Where's the fame and fortune that comes from being a soulless corporate sellout? Every time MCI calls I ask them if they want me to give up my artistic integrety to do a long-distance commercial for them, but they just act confused and ask me if I want to change phone services.
What am I doing wrong?