Although it is not something that TBB cares to publicize, there is a dark-side to blogging here. The experience is something akin to winning the lottery; as soon as your name gets put up on the marquee of the big blog, it seems like everyone wants a piece of you. Whether it is old drunken cronies who call in the small hours of the morning, demanding the spotlight for their pointy starfighters or some aftermarket weapons huckster with bags of freebies or something even more sinister. Sometimes, even the sanctuary of home and hearth is not safe from those who seek to curry favor and seek influence over the important choices we brother’s brick make on a daily basis. In this particular case, my 5 year old took a look at what I was blogging and said “Dad, there is a problem with your website…there aren’t any mermaids.” In the face of such overwhelming pressure, I folded like a cheap suit.