Of all the blogging applications out there, developers forgot one important one — a quick and easy way for a reader to communicate to another blogger without writing a comment. Sometimes, I’m too frazzled to write a comment. Sometimes, I just don’t have anything intelligent to say. I’d love to be able to push a button on my keyboard and send an emoticon to my fellow blogger saying, “I love what you say, but I can’t comment right now because I need to work/have sex/wash the dishes/watch “Deal or No Deal.”
I just learned on Sarah’s blog, that this is “National De-lurking Week.” If you are a “lurker,” you are supposed to come out of the shadows and prove your worth. I wish I had this imaginary application for you, so you could easily communicate to me, but I guess we are stuck with the comment section.
Dear lurkers, I perfectly understand your reasons for not commenting on Citizen of the Month. I get tired of commenting on blogs myself. There are SO many blogs out there! I just hope it isn’t MY FAULT that you keep lurking away. Someone once told me that she never comments on my blog because some of the other commenters are too “clever” and she feels intimidated. Can you believe that? If you’re someone who regularly comments on this blog, could you do me a favor by revealing the truth about yourself: you are an idiot like everyone else… maybe even more so! Who else wastes their time blogging for no pay? There is not a reason in the world for anyone to be intimidated by you. C’mon, Citizen of the Month commenters, make my lurkers feel welcome.
A bigger danger is that a lurker is turned off by cliquishness of bloggers. I have a habit of writing about other bloggers as if they were my “friends” and it can make this blog seem quite in-groupy at times. Some newcomer might even think we all know each other. I hate it when I go to someone’s blog and I’m made to feel like an outsider. I’ll comment and… nothing. Not even a hello. I know… I know… we’re all guilty of that, including myself, but take note — there is no clique here at Citizen of the Month. I dislike everyone equally. I don’t really know anyone, and the ones that I’ve met in person, let’s just say, you wouldn’t want to. And Sophia says I need therapy! Hah, wait until she meets some of YOU! Honestly, I’m blogging for one reason — tits, big, small, I know some of you have them and it keeps me focused on my writing. (keep that in mind when you bid on me for that charity auction)
So, don’t be afraid of commenting because you feel like an outsider. I treat everyone the same here at Citizen of the Month. Well, except for the male bloggers. You’re useless.
So, Happy National De-Lurking Week, my lurking friends. Comment here — if you DARE, you anonymous pussies!
I long ago accepted that I would never be a part of your ‘in’ group. I’ve passed through all of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ stages of grief. It still hurts, but I’m coming to terms with it.
I’ll leave a comment, but you still are not getting to see my tits ~grin~
Hi. My name is Amaya and I’ve been a lurker for about a month. I found your blog through another blog, but now can’t remember which one.
I never know what to say because I feel like I’m giving advice when I comment on someone’s post and hey, I don’t even know you.
But here I go. Mostly because I don’t want you to think I’m a pussy.
You’re not gonna see my tits either.
Well, maybe just a little.
Another lurker de-lurking. Hi Neil! Glad you clarified about not actually knowing most of your commenters. Did seem a bit in-groupy. I’m a nice married Jewish girl so I can only show you my…knitting patterns.
I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me as a member.
~Groucho Marx via Alvy Singer
Yeah, I am delurking too. Hi. Oh, and why do guys say “tits” … is it more macho than “boobies”?
I always avoid being part of the “in crowd.” I prefer to put a hand out in every group.
I often leave comments unlike SOME anonymous pussies who lurk at MY blog
Hi Neil! I’ve been a lurker for about three months. You’ve shamed me out. You dislike us all equally? How refreshing! But you don’t get to see my tits either!
OOh!! Linky-Love!! Thank you, Neil!
You’ve already seen my tits, so I feel no need to ever comment here anymore. Heh. But I’m always reading and often laughing.
And you know damn well I’m no pussy.
BTW, to Laurie above…my husband absolutely HATES the word ‘boob’. It is a pretty silly word. I prefere ‘tits’ myself.
wait, we’re not all your “friends” here? Come on, I thought we were DATING!!! HELLOOOO? AREN’T WE DATING?
I don’t lurk. I stalk.
Laurie — a boob to me has connotations of being “a dummy.” Breasts remind me of chicken. Mammaries remind me of babies. Melons remind me of summer. Hooters remind me of that stupid restaurant. Bazooms and bazookas remind me of war. Honkers remind me of traffic on the San Diego Freeway. Knobs and knockers remind me of doors. Love muffins remind me of Starbucks. Mountains of love remind me of Space Mountain in Disneyland. Puppies remind me of Snoopy. Taters remind me of McDonald’s. And Twin Peaks remind me of weird TV shows.
So, I’m left with tits.
I’ve always been a fan of “rack.”
Officially not lurking today. Thanks for all the entertainment.
I will admit that I lurk here for the very reason you said. Sometimes I do not feel very clever. Maybe I’m never clever (good band name). I always laugh when I stop by. I wanted to ask about the parade-wasn’t it scary to have storm troopers there? I mean I was terrified as a kid. I thought they were robots.
Never been much of a lurker here since I found it. And don’t consider myself smart or hip or “in.” Just dorky enough to keep putting in my 2 cents and figuring if ya’ll don’t want to read it you can scroll past.
When I met Sizzle for the first time recently, she and I actually talked about being accused of being cliquey because we all talk about each other and know each other. I think some of our blog-friends have been around forever and we just are closer with them, like real-life friendships.
But, like you, there is no one who is shunned away from my site and if a new person comments, I try my damnedest to email them back.
I am an idiot like everyone else!!!
OK, OK, I’ll show you my tits. Pushy bastard.
Welcome Amaya, Katie, Jenn, Cici!
Heather — Rack always reminds me of Nordstrom Rack.
Hilly — I do remember when I first started blogging, it seemed everyone knew each other, and I didn’t. So, I would hate if someone else would feel that way.
Spinning Girl — That’s the spirit.
Paintergirl — I saw a video on local TV (I think it is on Youtube also)of the guys practicing to be the stormtroopers for the parade. If you saw how dorky they were in real life, the Empire would have never Struck Back.
Hey Neil, I am commenting today. It’s hard to comment all the time I know…but I am going to be a better commenter this year..even if my baby has to cry in his crib for my attention. It’s just that I don;t have the time to comment everyday..and I want to…MAN AM I RAMBLING!!
Neil, you know we are totally BFFs. Stop trying to be so P.C. Since you already saw my rack, what’s left to expose?
I think you secretly just wanted to type “pussies” on your blog. Admit it!
XO
Sizz
P.S. To all the lurkers- we’re nice! And not nearly as clever in person. Just picture us in our underwear (Neil already does). Heh!
Mrs. Mogul — I told you not to have a baby. I knew it was going to cut into your blogging time. But did you listen? Selfish. Soon, you’re going use hurricane season in Florida as an excuse.
(Dear Lurkers: I hope my comment to Mrs. Mogul doesn’t sound too in-groupy. I don’t really know Mrs. Mogul either. I know she know lives in Florida, is married to some British guy, has a baby, and grew up in Queens, just like I did. And although I have no idea what she looks like, I imagine her as being pretty hot)
I am so lame. I had to look up BFF. I was hoping it was something like “best friends who ****,” but alas, it wasn’t.
Well, here goes nothing.
I found your blog a while back and have been avidly following your “adventures”. Quite good reading dude. Keep it up *thumbs up*
Blogging for tits — I like it!
i’m not a good lurker, i actually prefer to comment on other blogs than post anything on mine. sign me up for the idiot club!
Oy, like YOU need National De-Lurking Week, Mr. Hundred-Comments-on-Every-Post! If I get 10 comments, it’s cause for celebration.
Yikes, could I sound more pathetic? First I am filled with envy over your thick mop of hair and now I’m coveting your comments. You will soon be blocking my IP address or taking out a restraining order. Would it help if I sent you a photo of my wife’s tits?
I certainly de-lurked for you long, long ago. Can I regress and just lurk for a while? I want to see if the saying “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” has meaning in blogland.
I’m not nearly as clever as you are, but I’m no pussy and we’ll have see about showing my tits. I don’t see it happening any time soon, though.
Respectfully submitted,
Officially a De-Lurker
I only lurk when I’m grumpy. Otherwise I’m a damn chatterbox.
Danny, I have just made a copy of your last comment and will use it to blackmail you some day. I’m sure your wife will love that offer you just made to me.
{note to lurkers: this guy writes an “intelligent” blog about brainy “topics,” and then complains about his lack of comments. How many times do I have to tell him the same thing, “Write about Britney Spears not wearing underwear — with a photo — and you WILL get comments! It’s that simple.”
since it is NATIONAL de lurking day in US. it doesnt apply to me. I am still OFFICIALLY LURKING.
Whatever happened to the term, “Magical Orbs?” Wasn’t that yours too? It was so poetic.
Usually when I don’t comment it’s because dial up is busy sucking out my soul.
Hiya, Fresh Hell and Scott. You both seem like very interesting and unique people.
N – Aussies are always the troublemakers.
Pearl — I don’t think that works online. Here, if you go on vacation and don’t blog for a week, everyone disappears and never comes back.
Caron – Thanks, I forgot about that. Consider the term now officially trademarked.
I’m not a lurker in the blogging sense–I comment here pretty regularly. But I AM a lurker in the sense that I hide in the bushes outside your house a lot, and I often follow you on your route to work. I sometimes break into your place when you’re gone and scrub the grout in your shower, while wearing your underwear. But in the spirit of National Delurking Week, I’m going to quit scurrying out an unlocked window when I hear your key turning in the front door. I’ll just stay put and say howdy.
Karla, just the thought of you wearing my underwear… wow…
Scarlet — You really need to have a charity auction to get yourself some DSL.
Oh, speaking of charity auctions, here is a sneak preview of the blogger auction, of which I will be participating –
http://www.thenotgirls.com/auction/?browse
Is this photo any better or do I need one where I am actually smiling?
I still need to come up with a blurb.
The auction starts on Thursday.
What about those of us who don’t lurk? Do you still wanna see my tits?
I lurk- therefor I am
All right. I read Citizen of the Month almost every day and comment almost never…because…if I’m going to write a comment somewhere, I feel like I should go through and read all of the previous comments before I add my two cents. I mean, what if someone 37 comments above me said exactly the same thing I was going to say?! How embarrassing! But you, Mr. Neil, are SO popular that your posts generate too much witty discourse for my lazy self to wade through. By the time I get to comment #58, I’ve forgotten what I was going to say in the first place.
However, in the interest of delurkification (if only for just this week), I’ve boldly skipped all the way to the bottom of the page, against my better judgement and natural tendencies, to leave a comment (at your request). So there you go.
don’t mean to be a lurker but i guess i’ve got to come out of the shadows of the “still reading but haven’t commented lately” to say hi. hi, neil, my favorite west coast transplant blogger. xoxo happy new year.
Neil – I’m guilty of lurking on Danny’s site…and Sarah’s too…and possibly more. I guess I better confess over on their blogs now.
As for the new picture – I love it.
Hello, my name is Jody, and I am a lurker.
And kind of a pussy. You had me pegged.
But for this week I will grow a pair and un-lurk. Or de-lurk. Lurk-less? You get the drift…
i try not to lurk. a comment every now again isn’t too difficult.
but lurkers should know… we know you visit. we can check our sitemeter and see where you’re from!
and thanks for the link about my blogiversary!!!
v. much appreciated
Susan — Loved you honeymoon photos.
Jody — I am very excited about knowing you. I haven’t interacted with a blogger from Alaska yet. Is it true about there being 100 men for every woman? Sort of like the personal-blog blogosphere in reverse.
Of course I read you every day. Some days (weeks/months) I don’t feel very chatty.
Much better photo! Why are there no bids yet?