Every weekend my Site Meter stats drop, I get next to no comments on any posts I write, and hardly any new posts from other people's blogs show up in my reader. Where do you people go between Friday and Monday? What could you possibly be doing that's more important than blogging?
Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
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We travel the world, explore space, grate cheese, all the big things in life only possible on weekends. Maybe you should do something flamboyant at the up-coming blog party, I'm sure it will boost your popularity.
have you added my music review site to your reader? I did just add four more last night, so it should help keep the posts a little more evened out. See ya monday.
We are here! We are here!
I write enough to make up for everyone else's lack. And I try to use a different style each time, just to keep you entertained--it's very taxing and driving me to the verge of a nervous breakdown. Please appreciate my efforts to keep the blog fodder coming.
As for comments...well...lately your posts have been so intensely personal and fuzzy...I have nothing more to say...
I feel that way at night when I've read everyone's blogs and blue-beta and penny-arcade, and... everything and there's no one online and nothing going on... I need a life.
As for comments, I know I don't always know what to say or how to say it. :shrug:
I've also noticed that the number of comments on my blogs has been receeding with the rapidity of follicles lately. I assume people read and don't care to speak, or else have found someone more interesting (and brief!) to blather about.
If I weren't so used to the social movement, I'd be depressed about it. Fortunately, I have vast reserves of cynicism.
yo
oh, how fame has spoiled you. (you haven't commented on my blog since 18 July.)
I'd just like to say that I'm listening.
And that receiving comments from you is incredibly validating. Even if I had to be squoogy and manipulative to get them.
Also, that just because I only write a post every two or three weeks doesn't mean you can't keep coming back and commenting on the old ones, just so I know you care.
I mean, it is all about me.
Except during the Month of Edgy, I mean.
And when it's all about Master Fob, which in the larger sense it always is. I just mean it's about me as my absence gestures to my prsence.
Or maybe as I engage to the text as a construction about my own social discourse, that's how it's about me. Or maybe I'm just self-centered.
Use a pen, Sideshow Bob.
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