Ok, so, here is what I’m doing today. Personally, I’m not displeased by the number or quality of comments that I get, but I know I’m totally one of those assholes that hides in my feedreader and never comments on anything I read. Apparently, there’s been some widespread comment droppage rates the whole internet wide, it’s a goddamn epidemic! I know that Doom has bitched at me for never commenting on his page, I just email him or make some comment later, in game, and that’s so douchbaggy of me. I’ve been making a better effort with Doom’s page, but there’s still that whole list on the right that I never comment on, and then all the ones in my feedreader, and then all the ones that are linked from your comments… I have a desk job, I DO read all this stuff. Honest.
So, like I said, while I’m rather pleased with the comments I get (I swear y’all crack me up all day long), I know I am not doing my fair share to contribute to comments set free in the wild, so I’m going to work on that today. You do that, too. And if you haven’t commented here before, I guess today you should, except you’ll probably leave a link to YOUR blog, which I’ll start reading and refreshing as obsessively as I do all the others that I read, and I’ll never get any work done at work, and I’ll have to start working later and later at night just to get my normal work done, except I’ll probably keep reading blogs then, too, so I’ll just get farther and farther behind in work, and never have time to play WoW, and then I’ll get fired, probably, and I’ll be so depressed I won’t want to play WoW, and I’ll spend all the money I have left on slippers shaped like animals and mumus and unflattering robes, probably wear my hair in curlers just to complete the look, start collecting cats, which I’ll have to keep in the box I’ll eventually have to live in, and kids will probably bang on the walls of my box, and I’ll end up being that crazy lady that screams at kids to get off her lawn, except you don’t really have a lawn when you live in a box with your cats, so it would be more like “Get off the area around this box!,” and it’s eventually going to rain, and my box will get all soggy, so I’ll have to venture out with my cats for higher ground, but by then there will probably be so many cats that when I carry them all, I might drop one, and knowing my luck it would land in a storm drain, and when I fish it out of there, there will be a dollar that I’ll clutch in my bony hand, bony, of course, since I’d been feeding my cats instead of myself, and I’ll take that dollar and have a selfish moment, and instead of buying more food for all my cats, especially the poor dear I just had to fish out of the storm drain, or food for myself, I’ll buy a lottery ticket, end up a millionaire, and then I’ll be that crazy millionaire lady who lives in a box with all her cats.
So, in order to keep my life and the life of others as interesting and exciting as the one I described above, thus giving you more to read about, you should comment here and everywhere else that you lurkingly read today. I will do the same. I shall report back if I find anything interesting.