Yeah, I know, I shouldn't expect to immediately garner a dozen comments on my first two posts here at SC. Both got zilch. I shouldn't be disappointed, but I am. How can I have people clicking on my Google ads so I can make oodles and boodles of dollars, when I can't even get to seduce a dozen comments from you girls and grunts out there? Grr. I'm raving and ranting now. Are you people frigid or what?

But, seriously now, I have to do more hard work to perfect my seduction techniques. And so, eureka, a light bulb flashes brilliantly on top of my head. Gonna sex it up, muddafukka. From now on, I'll go on a wild spree with dialogues like:

"Hey babe, what are you doin' in a place like Soulcast? Interested in a little soulcastin' at my blog? I can blog all night long with you babe. See my stiff and hard posts? They're stiff and hard for you babe. Why don't you comment on them babe? Yeah, you are such an expert commentarist. Go on, comment on them. Yeahh..."

After me and my new-found babe (or dozens of babes, if I'm going to indulge my illusions, I'll indulge them to the hilt, man...) enter my blogroom, we lock the door. Enough with comments. Now for some serious ad-clicking.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, click my ads! Yeah, harder! Click it on the sidebar. Now on the top bar. Uhhh, yeah, honey, you're about to make my Google bar spurt wads and wads of dollahs. Oh my God, more! Click my ads some more. Click me! Ohhhh uuhhh yeah yeahhh that'ssss ugh ugh ugh hh-hhh-hhh click it! Click it! Don't stop clicking my ads! Yesssss...."

After a five-minute rest... My posts are hard and stiff again. Let's do it some more, babe. Click my ads!

How about that for a seduction technique.