It’s no secret. I have a mad girl-crush on Miss Schmutzie….and i even weaseled my way on to her cockroll (dirty!) what she asks, i do, no questions asked. unless she’s asking me toÃ‚Â go to work wearing nothing but my v-string, because then i’d be asking her if she’s out of her everloving mind.
but i’d probably still do it anyway.
so, she’s asked. she’s asked (and she’s provided a nifty little button in more colours than the new ipod nanos…damnit, i really want a new ipod nano…) and so i’m delivering.
she wants all you little mofos out there to step up and delurk, damnit!
i don’t usually like to talk about comments or commenting…but i blame this one on Schmutzie. i don’t get a lot of comments on my site. and i’m okay with that.
okay, that’s a total lie. i really wish i got more comments.Ã‚Â on mondayÃ‚Â i wrote a post and got four comments. four! ouch. especially because, i thought, it was a pretty good post. i got all my friends annoyed with me! i supported the rabid! i went to see Mr. Woodcock for crying out loud! surely there was something to say. and then i look at some blogs where the writersÃ‚Â – no, i’m not naming names, you sadists – post something like, “i farted” and BAM! 40 comments!
what do i have to do?
Schmutzie points out thatÃ‚Â she thinks there’s been a decline in comments lately. (on my site it’s not so much a decline…but just the same steady average of 14…pretty muchÃ‚Â for the pastÃ‚Â 2 years). do you think this is true? why do you think this is? why are less people commenting?Ã‚Â Ã‚Â
for me, there areÃ‚Â four reasons why i wouldn’t comment on a blog:
a) fuckin’ word verification. if i don’t get it right by the third try, i usually just click the “x” and move on. don’t laugh, this happens to me. a lot.
b) lack of time. sometimes i’m forced to read in my bloglines (yes, i still use bloglines. throw me a frickin’ bone here…) and don’t have time to click over and comment
c) the post is just too long. This may be just me. but i get really bogged down with long posts. especially ones without pictures or something to break up the length. kinda like this gratuitous shot of my baby and her whatchatalkin’aboutwillis-y face.
d) sometimes i just feel, well, like a number. many of the blogs i love to read….the ones that make me smile. and cry. and snerk. and basically just lose my shit….get lots of comments. of course, because they are good. and, understandably, if someone were to get, say, 127 comments on a given post, i wouldn’t expect her to give a personal response to the comment. but every once in a while would be nice. to know that the blogger actually cares about the comment. or if that blogger clicked over to my site once and said hi.
that’s another reason why i love me some Schmutz. i am bossy. Oh, the Joys. vodkarella. Mamatulip. Chicky. It’s nice to see these guys poking around here every once in a while.
so, come on out. come and say hi. weigh in on this great comment discussion. Are you a lurker? a commenter?