The All Too Predictable Truth...

...is that if you post a story called something like Sex in Space you'll suddenly see your web traffic spike. Which is exactly what happened yesterday. Whilst I'm actually quite proud of the story, which is genuinely satirical, I have no doubt that had I not given it such an obviously suggestive title, it would have passed by virtually unnoticed. Yet more proof, if any was needed, that sex is what drives the majority of web searches. The best we satirists can hope for (and I suspect it is a vain hope), is that some of these smut-seekers actually read the stories they click on and, before they know it, experience some satire. There's always the chance that they might even enjoy what they read and come back for more. It's unlikely, I grant you. But we have to cling to these slim hopes if we aren't to simply give up and start amateur porn sites instead. At least then we'd be giving the punters something they wanted.

Mind you, it's a minor miracle that Sex in Space ever saw the light of day after its first two thirds were trapped on my inoperative hard drive for the better part of Sunday. Luckily, as I chronicled earlier, I was able to sort out the problem and get my laptop up and running again. However, to add insult to injury, the keyboard then began to fall apart. Despite these travails having put me seriously behind schedule this week, I've finally managed to get back on track. Hopefully my laptop problems should now be behind me, with the purchase of a new laptop (a second hand IBM T43), although I'm still using my ill-tempered old Dell until I finish installing software and transferring data to its replacement. So, now that I'm back in business, you can expect to see a new editorial soon over at The Sleaze, to be followed by the last story of this silly season (subject yet to be decided).