delurking is the new black
Yup. It’s that time of year again.
IT’S DELURKING WEEK!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!!!
You! The quiet one that eats something that always smells like pickled beets. You. In the back. Yes… I’m talking to you. Is there anyone around you that smells like beets? No. There isn’t, is there? This is when you speak up.
And you. The one with the funny ear. (I’m sorry if I’m insensitive, but hey, we were all thinking it.) Quit mumbling to yourself and speak up.
And you too, sir. I see you over there. I don’t want to know what you are wiping under your chair. NO! DON’T. TELL. ME. Whatever it is, I just don’t wanna know. All I’m asking is that you speak up… about anything else.
Everybody! This is when you say “HI!”. Tell me what you like on the site. What you hate. What you would like to see more of. See less of. This is when I start taking freaking requests. WHATEVER.
You just gotta put fingers to keys.
And remember…
January 10th, 2007 at 11:08 am
More goats on trees please
January 10th, 2007 at 11:49 am
Hello your site is google! I want to make feiends with you! Check out my site: clueless illiterate spammers need not apply.
January 10th, 2007 at 11:55 am
I haven’t been lurking, just not blogging/reading much at all lately!
I left a comment, so you’ll still feed the cat, right? RIGHT?!
January 10th, 2007 at 1:31 pm
Hmmm. I’ve seen your cats. They’re kinda sturdy. Maybe we’re leaving too many comments?
Oops. Guess I’m not really helping, am I?
January 10th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
Well, I’m not really someone who’s been lurking. I’m more of a “leave-a-smartass-comment-and-see-if-Sween-can-top-it” kind of guy.
(I’d say that you usually do, but that would just be ass-kissing.)
I really want to see the cat get fed, though, so here I am again.
(By the way, that is the best guilt inducer I’ve ever seen. If you didn’t come to my site as often as you do, I’d hijack it for myself.)
January 10th, 2007 at 3:02 pm
I’m with Jason’s dad. I mean, maybe the comments should be spaced out a little over a period of time. So tonight the cat feasts, but what about tomorrow? (I’m sure the cat is asking this question too)
More, uh…more. Yeah, that’s it. Just more. Please.
Now go feed that damn cat!
January 10th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
P.E.T.A. called, they’d like to trade your cat for a frozen cow. I told them you’d call them back.
Great site, no, really.
January 10th, 2007 at 7:09 pm
I read your site every day but am too shy to comment. People are always talking about cookies and cute overload and how much they love their wives, and i find it intimidating, but really sweet.
Your site is cool! Fat cats are awesome! Keep it up!
Oh, and I have a crush on your dad.
January 10th, 2007 at 7:48 pm
Everyone is crushing on the dad. Must be because he rocks, is cool, is hot.
Happy delurking day.
January 11th, 2007 at 12:04 am
I hate cats. But I suppose you’ve got to feed the stupid little cretin.
Cheers.
January 11th, 2007 at 8:15 am
FYI, it’s not pickled beets that I love it’s pickled turnips. Yum, yum, falafel just isn’t the same without them…but I digress. Do they really smell like pickled beets, though? REALLY? Hmmmm….
So, what do I want to read more of? Some robust socio-economic analysis of how post-industrial China is or is not affecting xenophobia through the Wallmart in Spokane, Washington. Haven’t seen much of that lately. Otherwise, um, no complaints. Class act all around.
January 11th, 2007 at 11:59 am
Hi. It’s me, Mike. I like the pictures of goats. Perhaps too much.
And Mabel: I’ll get right on that analysis. Be careful what you wish for.
January 11th, 2007 at 2:49 pm
birchsprite: Do you mean pictures of goats on trees? Or do you want me to coerce further goats to climb into trees? So confused…
RJ: Thanks, feiend! My site is Google! Thanks for noticing!
SkylarD: Yes. The cat will get fed. Once.
Jason’s Dad: I bake you cookies and this is your response? The Large One and The Small One are very disappointed. And hungry.
Suldog: It’s a guilt-inducer in more ways than one — My Lovely Wife gives my SUCH guilt every time I use it. And then she hugs the cat. So he wins.
lightspring: Honestly, the cats would probably want all the food now. They’re dumb that way. (Great. Now I’m going to get MORE guilt.)
Don: My cat is very interested in your talk of frozen cow and would like to discuss the option of sample frozen cow to test. Of course, he also likes to eat hair, so he’s not very discriminating.
Dee Lurker & Alison: Believe me. My Dad KNOWS. (Sigh. I NEVER hear the end of that…)
canadian_sadie: The cretin thanks you.
Mabel: What’s that? You want to hear about “alliteration”? Really? You want to hear about alliteration? *
* For those not in the know… an unpublished post revolving around alliteration and a certain someone whose log-in name rhymes with “gable” has been sitting in my drafts folder for over a year… unless a certain someone whose log-in name rhymes with “stable” PUSHES ME TOO FAR.
mike: I promise to never reveal your obsessions with goats to Thy Lovely Wife.
January 11th, 2007 at 4:30 pm
I think you’re looking for an excuse to use it, or at least to taunt me, because that statement was supposed to be taken in such a way as to say your site was perfect. But if you use it, then what will you hang over my head?
You know what. Post it. Get it over with. Bloody bloody bum bug post it. If I had it in my email box, I’d post it right here, right now…but alas I pressed delete!
January 12th, 2007 at 11:01 pm
First time reader actually. paper napkin mentioned your delurking button as the best. I agree.
I’ll have to come back. I like the monkey. And feeding starving cats.
January 16th, 2007 at 11:08 am
Mabel: Maybe I will… maybe I will…
debutaunt: Hope to see you again! Feeding starving cats is always a good thing. So say my cats.