Jen is celebrating 5 years of blogging this month.
She says, "Thanks, too, to all of you who come here and make me laugh and think and feel compelled to occasionally post something."
I assume she wasn't referring to me in that line, but I can't help but think that I might have left a positive, supporting comment at her place once or twice. Probably on accident. Anyways, it got me thinking about how much communication has changed in the past ten or fifteen years, let alone the past fifty.
Here I am, bouncing around the blogosphere, posting here, commenting there; and I might have actually had a net positive effect on someone else. It's a donation I threw down the rabbit hole, not even realizing I was doing it or where it might land. An unintended cosmic favor.
And then I realized, people do that for me too. I like comments as much as anyone else, maybe more, because they are the essence of what we all crave - proof, through the white noise and static, that we're not alone. I mean, even when comments aren't neccesarily in agreement they're still interesting because they're an opportunity for unbridled ridicule.
So in the spirit of Jen's post, I say thanks to you too.
You're welcome. Now clean up the comment spam.
Keith, I get like 50 or 60 a day; and that's only on the entries that I wrote, which are probably 1% of the posts on this site. I Blacklist every one of those parasitic bastards, but they can send them faster than I can delete them.
Not good enough! You clean now! Go, go, go!
Ha-haa!
AAAAHH...flashbacks to my childhood in the orphanage.