My phone just rang and I took the call. A very effective sales guy offered me traffic. Every functioning neuron in my under-caffeinated brain fired with the instinctive response 'no no no!'. I resisted the urge to just hang up, because Dear Reader, part of my job is to listen to such pitches and sift through them on your behalf. Should I stumble upon a diamond, or anything else made of carbon, I'll be sure to let you know.
I may well be packed-to-the-gills with hubris, but why am I so sure that paying for traffic is always wrong?… Continue reading