Did you know there was such a thing as “Delurker Day?” Me neither, but the graphic is just too priceless not to try to ferret out some of those quiet, but clearly awesome readers of mine.
Hellooooo… I can seeeee you. You! Yes you. Over there in California. And *ahem* yes, you, federal government, I can see you too. And might I add that I am clean as a whistle? Squeaky. Seriously. Completely up-to-date on all my library fines, even. Oh, and I don’t want to forget you all the way down in Australia. Can I tell you how cute you are for reading my entire blog from front to back? I love that about you. Also, funny story, I once had an Australian penpal (you know, the kind you pay $1 for in seventh grade Spanish class so you can communicate with the outside world), anyway I lost them out of sheer frustration because I could not wrap my head around the fact that we experience opposite seasons (90 degree weather for Christmas? Seriously?). I kept asking her about it and it would drive her crazy so she stopped writing. Keep in mind I was an honor student, because I was smarter than the average bear (also interesting to note, I went to school with actual bears, which explains a lot). However, I did not ask her the same question when she emailed me out of the blue when I was a freshman in college (Disclosure: yes I did). But, my dear and lovely Aussie reader, I promise I will ask you no such thing because now I just go to Wikipedia for all of my embarrassing geographical questions so feel free to pop in and say Hi.
Filed under: I Remember When..., Just another day, Neurosis-it’s not pretty but it gets the job done
Actually, it is summer here in Watertown as well. But that’s only because I didn’t really feel like putting clothes on today.
See, get what you ask for, Nekkid folks flashing you in comments. No flash photography, please.
Oh, and do tell about the bears. You went to school at Yellowstone, or the Castro? My high school could only boast Mr. Snape; I think he was straight (and he was definitely more the Mexican hairless variety rather than ursine), but he taught honors human sexuality and wore leather pants to school, so that counted for something in our suburban idyll.
Helloooooooo from California, Van Nuys to be exact.
I will delurk here if you delurk on my blog. Come on it wont hurt you…I PROMISE. There *might* be chocolate at my blog.
MC, my little rapper friend, you must have the heat on awful high because we have a bitch of a chill down by my parts of MA.
Why hello Athena, so nice to see you’re still around. ;)
Beth, yes I know, it’s the chocolate I sent to you. ;)
I love you my beloved commentators, but I’m specifically looking to see the one’s who are here all the time but not ever commenting. The strong but silent types. The ones that are somewhere around Lake Forest California or those in LA or Brisbane and Nashville. Brooklyn, I’m also looking at you…
Who says we can’t travel, hmmmm?
Are you suggesting that, three times a day, you travel to California to stalk my blog from a different location? Or are you suggesting that you come down here in your nekkid state, I mean, you did say in your blog that you needed pussy and I’ve got three right here. Cats, people. Cats. Yeesh, perverts.
I would probably throw something on, like maybe a poncho, or a nice chapeau.
No no, I’d hate to put you out trying to look for something to put on… just come as you are (all puns intended, thank you).
Delurking! Hello there!
Thats right we travel…I go all the way to australia, but no questions please. Unlike MC, I am not nekkid…nor will I be in public, people would be ill.
And the chocolate you sent me is gone already…send more???? PLEASE! I delurked!
since you called out my location, i’ll have to say hi now. :)
i’m totally jealous you get to work from home!
love your blog! i’ve got 3 cats myself (no kids) someday they’ll be enough room i hope (yard ect..) for a dog too.
Beth, dahling, the only people who DElurk are people who lurk all the time but never comment. You don’t count my love because you comment regularly. However, since you’ve already promised me a kidney, a lung, AND an arm, how do you feel about your liver? However, that cocoa I sent you is much too complicated to make on a day in and day out basis, it’s really more for layering and giving out as a gift. But I have a much easier version of cocoa that will taste just as good. (This is the recipe I make for myself at home)
[Recipe deleted because I'm feeling spiteful today]
@Venessa, Ahhh… my delurking efforts so rarely are granted with an actual delurking. Thank you love.
@HB Hi! You have no idea how happy I am to have discovered the Lake Forest Californian (I am right, right? Lake Forest? Yes?) Oy, count your blessings on the no yard for right now. I mean, I love me some Hooper and I would never give him up, but man, he’s so much more than a dog… he’s a bonifide kid, expenses and all.
I dont really need my liver, so yes, you can have it. hmmm, that doesnt sound as good as the hot coco you sent me.
Sheesh, Saucy, didn’t that night-the one with all the punctuation, and random capitalizations, mean ANYTHING to you?
Harrumph. It’s always the one who won’t put out she asks to the prom.
Beth- I suggest we go on strike-no more body parts from you, and no bagina monologues from me, until we get a proper day, and graphic, for ourselves.
I am guessing that Brisbane there is my buddy Jules… what are the odds? :)
@Beth ever hear of the phrase “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”
@Menchuvian, yes of course it did, but I already told you, I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level. What more do you want me to do woman?! I guess I could put it in sky writing…
@BethDunn, I don’t know if it is Jules, this person found me through a search term much like the search term you and I like to talk about the most.
MC – I agree going strike is the appriorpiate thing to do. Can I carry a sign?
Beth, I guess that’s the last time I ever give out a recipe then. Say goodbye to the hot chocolate because it’s gone now…
I think Brisbane is me, actually. I know, it’s astonishing how I simultaneously manage to use IP addresses in Tassie and Brisvegas, but work uses a virtual private network thingie… from which I would never, ever abuse my privileges by reading blogs when I am supposed to be working. Unless I was really, really bored.
It wasn’t quite from front to back, either. I am still looking forward to reading lots of your posts. I was linking back and forth through your tags, so hopefully no dodgy search terms there? Although it might be the inflatable vibrating soapbox thing you’re referring to.
I was so kidding…sorry. (but i did copy the recipe down and it was very good.) (and it was MC’s idea to picket….sorry that I tagged along).
@ Beth, darlin, don’t you think that would be a tad harsh for me to be angry? I didn’t think for one second that you were going to boycott me. I don’t think you understand how much I hate divulging my recipes. Everyone has quirks, that’s my big one.
@Stella, it might be you but I’m not 100% convinced. The reason why is because someone found this blog by searching for /Lord, something or other/ and they come here every day under the same search parameters. I’m pretty sure you just know my address or at the very least know how to bookmark a web site. The people who find me under dodgy circumstances don’t return, once they click here they find out awfully fast that this isn’t exactly what they’re looking for.
But can I just say how lovely it is that you’re here bouncing around? It’s entirely flattering.
Seeing as I have had to promise a lung, kidney, arm and just about every other spare part to get your recipe…I do understand!