How not to blog, Part II.

They're like roaches. I put up a consumer advisory. I try to dump them all on Peppermint Patty. But they won't go away. In fact, the Patty gambit appears to have backfired because she apparently rerouted them back to me. (As was observed in the Princess Bride, "never get into a game with a Sicilian where death is on the line" or, it appears, internet hijinks with someone named "Patty.") I think I have had about 100 plus hits from her site in the last 24 hours. These people don't care about the niceties of law, theology or literature. They want one thing only - nekkid photos of Amber. They care nothing about me, my interests, my concerns, my feelings.

I feel so used.

Well, I have two options. I can reroute them to David Heddle, where they should all shrivel and die after being exposed to 100% pure Calvinism.

On the other hand my hit counts have never been healthier. I am clearly in Kevin Holtsberry territory here. After a year of blogging, I'm finally getting noticed. That's emotionally rewarding. Plus, I could make a quick buck by going into the porn industry.

I'm soliciting some suggestions here.