The wonderful Mel, at Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters, has organised a Commentathon. Now, I am sorry to say I am not normally a joiner – I am a shy, somewhat antisocial person, tormented by fears (irrational, dumb-ass fears) that I am boring the ears off whoever I talk to. But it has been brought to my attention – probably some good people have been trying to bring it to my attention for years – that I really need to get over myself on this one. I am perfectly able to be amusing, or apropos, or just generally not entirely obnoxious, and if I like all sorts of different comments on my blog (which I do, very much) then other people probably like all sorts of different comments on their blogs, and aren’t necessarily driven into a frenzy of irritation by my attempts at humour and/or sympathy.
So I took several deep breaths, and I signed up for the Commentathon. I will be making at least five comments a day. Even if they’re the commenty equivalent of entering a room head-first, having tripped on my own shoe-laces just outside, and dropping the tequila, showering the previous occupants with glass shards and sticky boozy spatter. Though I profoundly hope we’ll not have to go there again.
Anyway. The point is, we IF bloggers could all do with a little extra love and understanding, especially if we aren’t getting much of it in the Real World.
And, err, that’s it.