The network has launched a new mini-site where registered users can upload their own photos of ... no one really seems sure, actually, but the kids are really into the Facebook and the YouTube and this is just like that. They have five entries already! The photos just to have to fit the unexplained and completely nebulous theme of "Show Me Your V."

Your V can be anything! Or anywhere! There is no wrong answer here, people! This is a can't miss viral marketing scheme with absolutely no downside or unforeseen consequences. Now who wants to watch some bass fishing?

Show Me Your V [Versus, via Puck Daddy]

During our (long) trek from the parking lot to the front door, S would randomly go up to couples on their way home and ask for their ticket stubs. Out of the kindness of their hearts, and also a little help from my beaming, innocent smile, people were pretty willing to dig into their pockets to find their crumpled tickets. We landed our first set of tickets, and I was already satisfied. But S would not stop there. He wanted to score some pimp seats. We collected a few pairs of ticket stubs, but none that were of baller status.

We then walked by the VIP area, and quickly asked a foreign couple for their ticket stubs as they exited the section. By distracting the doorman with ice cream, we were quickly allowed reentry, and the entire VIP floor area was at our fingertips.

Food makes a great diversion for people working long hours, no matter how "important" they seem to be? Did I ever tell you about the time I scored a luxury box for the Pro Bowl by dousing my nipples with poi? Man, that's the oldest trick in the book.

Blogger Uses Ice Cream, Trickery To Get 'Pimp' Seats At The US Open [Machochip]