Easiest way to build simple publisher/affiliate panel for Ad Network?

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Paper_Chase

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Building out an Ad Network that secures placements on high-volume sites across many niches. (Basically AdSense for certain niche sites)

I have the ad serving side of things figured out. But I need a publisher/affiliate panel where the website owner can log-in and do the following:

-Check stats like impressions and earnings for each of the ad blocks they have running
-Update Payment information
-Add new websites to their account and create ad blocks for them

Is there any out of the box solutions that can handle this? Otherwise, I'm thinking my only option is to pick up a dashboard theme such as Metronic and tie it into a MySQL database structure. I guess I would have to use a PHP user/authentication class as well (any recommendations?).

Fuck, it sounds like alot of work. It's doable, but may take a few days or even a week. I'm more concerned about the headache than the time to be honest.

Is there an obvious solution that I am missing?

Any tips/advice would be greatly appreciated!
 


if you're going to be tracking a decent amount of traffic i'd check out using redis for the analytics part
 
I mean no offense here, but I think you're grossly underestimating what this project requires. Try finding someone who has experience building web apps, there are lots of guys here.
 
dchuk said:
I mean no offense here, but I think you're grossly underestimating what this project requires. Try finding someone who has experience building web apps, there are lots of guys here.
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Lol, yea I really simplified things when I wrote the OP. I have built out an affiliate panel in the past for another custom project of mine, I'm thinking maybe I will just rework some of that code to atleast have something up temporarily while the final version gets coded.
 
I used to work at a big brand ad network before. At one of those big brand websites that are so ubiquitous now. I took a part time job there to pay some bills while I was in college.

Customers were rude, the pay sucked, and I dealt with managers who were at best unpleasant. I guess that's par for the course at a place like that.

But I worked there for two years. What kept me going back several times a week wasn't my strong work ethic or a desire to help people find where the "Bed In a Bag" display was. What kept me going back was Crystal.

Crystal was a tall, lanky blonde who worked the evening/night shift full time. She wasn't particularly attractive - not any moreso than any of the college girls I saw every day. But there was something about her. Maybe it was how, despite being thin, she had a nice ass that filled out the generic khaki-colored jeans she wore every day. But there was a seriousness about her, a "I need to be here and do this job well" attitude that most of us just didn't have. And I found out why. She had a 6 year old son she was supporting by herself.

I'd barely tasted the "freedom" of moving out of my parents' house. The worst thing I had to worry about was doing laundry on a regular basis. And yet here I was crushing on a woman my same age who had a kid and a thankless full time job. Maybe what I really saw in her was the faint furrows that such overbearing responsibility had begun to mark on her face. The same creases I saw in my mom's face as I grew up.

We became close friends after awhile. She was used to most of the employees her age working there for just a few months and she told me it was nice to meet someone who could stick around. We took our lunch breaks together. But it wasn't until I had worked there for a year that things got more serious.

The first time Crystal led me by hand into the women's employee restroom, I had no idea what I was in for. I was trying to work out the logistics of how we were going to have sex in that tiny stall without making a lot of noise when she dropped her pants and sat on the toilet. "Watch me."

I don't think I had ever actually watched a woman take a shit before. She did this delightful nose scrunch thing with each undulation of her bowels. She looked at me with the relief a person with a long-held, dark secret might have upon sharing for the first time with another person.

When the wave of stench hit my nose, it was odd. I expected to be repulsed by what I smelled, but the obscenity, the earthiness of it aroused me. I realized that this was more intimate than anything I had ever shared with another human being. People spend their whole lives fucking another person, but rarely do they get to see their partner at their most vulnerable.

Over the next few months, Crystal amazed me with her bowel regularity. It was almost as if she memorized our work schedule and planned her diet accordingly so that she could surprise me with a new fecal adventure every time.

I'm married now to another woman I met in college. I have a kid of my own. I keep a steady job, take my kid to the park, pay my bills. I go through the motions. From all outside appearances, I'm a happy, successful guy. But few know about how terribly I want to break away from it all and watch a beautiful woman take a shit in a stall at a big brand website.

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