I’ve been employing a technique called seo hosting for the purpose of promoting my website for a while now. And it works, great even. But I cannot help thinking that the “hosting” part of the name is somewhat creepy. It revives images in my brain of the vicious little creatures that implants their evil seed into human “hosts” in the Alien-movies. The mere thought of having a super-nasty, saber-toothed space-monster leering inside my body, freaks me out. A psychopathic animal with acid for blood resting its daggered tail on your lungs, waiting patiently for the right moment to burst out through the ribcage and splatter your guts all over the place. But you’ve got to give those evil buggers one thing though. They’ve got an incredible sense of timing, uncanny really. The aliens usually start proceedings off with implanting a baby alien into one of the least prominent persons of the spaceship crew. It then sits tight inside its victim, waiting for the perfect moment to chew and bore itself through guts and bone and into the open. Usually the perfect moment is any time the whole crew is gathered round some futuristic dinner-table, the mood cheery and general atmosphere somewhat relaxed. It then, usually directly after someone’s made a successful joke about the terribleness of space-food, comes exploding out of some unlucky bastard’s chest. It is of importance that it fling as much flesh, blood and unidentifiable intestines as possible along the way. Content now, having successfully executed its virgin kill to unparalleled dramatic effect, the little demon sets course for some distant parts of the ship. But not before uttering some sort of hissing noise, sounding like a tape-recorder gone mad. Also the alien should produce the mandatory evil grin before it darts for (equally mandatory) the ventilation duct. These aliens never let go of their sense of drama either. An alien-monster on the loose somewhere never kill a soldier (or whoever) closing in on its location right away. No, members of this specific breed of blood-thirsty aliens seemingly have a policy in place. Policy obviously states that you have to wait for a cat (or other small animal but preferably a cat) to appear. The cat is supposed to first freak out the soon-to-be prey and then making him or she let the guard down, before any attack can be considered.