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(Originally published March 17, 2004. Everything in this post is true. I swear. Scout's honor.)

Dean has some ruminations on the Instapundit, basically noting what an ephemeral tease the whole "Instalanche" experience is. He also links to the Commisar's take on how to get sustainable exposure, and it involves lots of commenting and commie ass-kissing and the like.

My personal experience with getting "Instalaunched" (or getting hit with an "Instalanche," if you prefer) via a link from Professor Reynolds:

My minor 'lanche got me so very high. It felt so good, man, like I was flying, like I had buried my face en la coca a la Tony Montagna. I felt like I was ruler of the WORLD, like I suddenly had the power to kill a man, just by making that Darth Vader strangling motion with my hand.

But then ... then my minute came and went, and the fame fluttered out of my frenzied, pathetic grasp. It was gone. All gone. The traffic left as quickly as it had come. The comments dried up. I started to get the shakes. I craved attention and could simply not stand the idea of a life without another Instalink. I began e-mailing Glenn repeatedly, and he was RUDE and would not answer, even though I felt that we'd established a true friendship, a real spiritual bond by virtue of being "link-buddies." Finally, I sent this:

"To: pundit@instapundit.com
From: Instapunditfan@indcjournal.com
Re: My undying devotion to your special inner light

PS - I'll be in Knoxville in a week, why don't we take the Instafamily out for a BBQ in the RX-8, Professor!"

So anyway, the bastard e-mails me back with some legal-sounding letter saying to "cease-and-desist all communication, written, oral, electronic or otherwise." And still no link.

The Instalanche ruined my life!

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Posted by: Sharp as a Marble at August 17, 2004 08:15 AM