So, why do we do this?
After all, it’s not like we get scads (NOTE: meaning “a buttload.” Also, “a type of caragid fish.” Personally, I’d go with “a buttload”) of money to write on Blogger.
Oh sure, there’s always the outside chance we could be honored with Blogger of Note. Man, that’d be sweet. Not only would we gain the
jealousy admiration of our fellow master manipulators of the written word, we’d reap a financial windfall as tons of money came pou....what? You mean we’d get nothing?
|I think one of them is straight. |
Please let it be the sailor, please let it be the sailor.
Not even fish?
In that case, they can cram their Blogger of Note right up their Village People Welcome Wagon. I don’t want it.
NOTE: This is known in the behavioral science business as “reverse psychology.” You think they-whoever they are-bought it?
Okay, so nobody’s getting rich doing this. So, I’ll ask again. Why do we do this?
Why do we sequester ourselves (sounds dirty, doesn’t it?) in our studies, banging away on our computer’s keyboards urgently trying to cobble together an erudite interpretation of the meaning of life? Or why toilet seats are made in China?
Is it because we seek solace from the harsh realities of the outside world? Can it be a desperate search for enlightenment and inner peace? Can I possibly add even more sentences which end in question marks?
While I can’t speak for everyone, I know why I do it (especially since I’m restricted to doing the other “do it” only on Saturday nights). I enjoy communicating with people from all over the world. And New Jersey.
Think about it. Our forefathers were lucky if they got to speak to someone from the next town over, let alone another continent.
“Got any feed for my hogs?”
“Looks like rain.”
“Okay, then, nice talkin’ to ya. See you next month.”
NOTE: I could be wrong, but this may still be going on in Iowa.
Thanks to Blogger, I can hold discussions with a number of really bright people on any number of deeply insightful topics from world economics to whether it’s going to rain on pigs in Australia.
I also learned that “fanny” in England means “lady parts.”
Plus, thanks to the “Stats” feature, I can also check who has visited my blog. Clocking into first place is the United States, probably because a lot of us are out of work and we have lots of spare time. Not surprisingly, Canada, the UK, and Australia come in strong, as well.
|Oh, God, I hope it's not this guy|
But, a lot of you hail from places as widespread as China, Italy, India, Trinidad/Tobago (incidentally, are you all called Trinidadians? Or Toboggans?), Germany, and (this kinda scares me) Iran. Sadly, my friend from Slovenia has stopped visiting.
Or has been arrested by the Secret Police.
As great as seeing the United Nations on my “Daily/Now” audience block, I get a special lift from the comments you leave. Some make me think, most make me laugh, and all make me grateful that you’ve come visiting (luckily, I have a filter set up to automatically delete all the “You suck!” comments).
Which, after more than 500 words, brings me to the reason I’m writing this post.
Antares Cryptos from the aptly named Antares Cryptos blog (a lot like the Nancy S. Thompson blog written by Nancy S. Thompson. Only with a cool galaxy-Andromeda?-picture) has honored me by saying I’m a great commenter. This without me sending any money.
|The reason we're all gathered here|
Like AC, I really enjoy commenting on your posts and put some amount of thought into what I have to say. Usually of the wise-guy variety, you can rest assured that, if I leave a comment on your blog, I tried to come up with some witty bon mot. Or ripped it off from Reader’s Digest.
So, I’m thinking that’s why he selected me as a great commenter. Or, I was next alphabetically.
In the interest of paying it forward, I, too, would like to designate a handful of you as great commenters. Some of you have been with me for quite a while (aren’t you gluttons for punishment?) while some of you are relative newcomers (incidentally, this means I can throw in a lot of reruns. Because they’re new. To you.).
The best thing about this award? You don’t have to do a single thing about it. You can thank me, of course. But, hey, the only thanks I need is (are?) your continued support as I delve into the perplexities of the human condition or why I put piss cream on my feet.
So, to make a long story short (too late), I’d like you all to have a gander (NOTE: a male goose. Not sure if this is the right context) of those whom I consider great commenters:
SherilinR of the hilarious Laughing My Abs Off blog. As I've said before, Sherilin has been suffering longer than anyone here. Well, except my Mom. But, that's her job. Even though I'm old enough to be her father (or much-older-brother-who-never-found-a-nice-girl-but-has-a-job-with-the-Post-Office-and-dresses-up-as-a-Klingon-on-the-weekend-for-fun), she never fails to leave some great words of wisdom.
Jenny from the Pearson Report always leaves fantastic comments on my blog. Verbose and delightfully longwinded, she reminds me of me.
Robyn from Life by Chocolate always, always leaves me great comments. Plus, she signs her comments with "xo." I love that. Luckily for her, she's way over on the other side of the country so we'll never meet. So, she has that going for her.
Matthew of Matthew's Blog is one of the newcomers of which I spoke. Not only does he always make a point to comment, he's the perfect candidate for me to send over some reruns when I don't feel like writing anything new (sorry, Sherilin). But, I would like to know what "Yeamie Waffles" means. Is it an English thing? Like "fanny"?
Well, that's it for now. Time for me to go rustle up a buttload of caragid fish for dinner.