Feefty Pounz Cuban Chicken

In the beginning there were Adam, Eve and The Great Plotnik. What do we remember about those days of long ago? The apple, and Eve's lithe young body wrapped either in her long blonde hair or covered by fig leaves. That's it.

Clearly, the Message should have been clear to all of us: To get readership you need a lithe young body wrapped either in long blonde hair or barely covered by fig leaves.

The Great Plotnik looked at his aging corpus in the mirror this morning. Not bad for someone as old as Adam, he thought, but not great for selling spam, which is what blogging seems to be all about these days. You blog, and one second later you receive a spam comment that begins: "I reely luv a yu blog. You genius. You would like maybe to buy feeefty pounz concrete?"

If The Great Plotnik really wants to sell concrete, he's going to have to figure out how to make people want to look at his hairy chest barely covered by fig leaves, or perhaps grape leaves, mmmmm, stuffed grape leaves with pine nuts and feta cheese and sun dried tomatoes, mmmmm. Add a Cuban chicken, strategically placed, and a glass of Valpolicella.

Mmmm, Plotnik, you genius. I really love a yu blog. You want to buy feefty pounz Cuban chicken?