SAY NO TO LURKING
Everybody seems to be pointing out that its National DeLurking Day.
So would it kill you to leave a comment?
Tanya, I see you here sometimes. I miss hearing from you. Seki, you too. I get a hundred and a half visits a day, leave a damned comment. Don’t make me post naked pictures of my ass of doom.
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No pics of the ass… COMMENT YOU BASTARDS!!!
No lurking here. If you see me from work I am probably an IE browser because my feedreader uses an IE activeX control. If not then you probably see me from Opera. At home I should come up as Safari or Mozilla on a Mac.
Please keep the ultimate weapon sheathed until it is necessary, you know when you’re attacked by a mad pack of liberals or something.
I’m averting my eyes
First time, long time. I tend to lurk because I ain’t erudite enough to post anything anyone wants to see anyway. You can really write, sir.
Stop by any time. And don’t be afraid to comment. Don’t have to be erudite. And thanks!
Stamp out ASSES of mass destruction!
Am I too late to post a comment?
I guess so
Any time you all want.
lurk
Hiya!
Do you really want ME to delurk? I’ve had a bad habit of stepping on toes when I comment lately.
Thanks for captioning the sumo pic at Bloggin’ Outloud – and for keeping the comments relatively clean! lol, appreciate that, since the blog is “G” (for Great :-) You’ve got a couple that I’ll re-print on Sunday! Lyn from Bloggin’ Outloud
I’m more into skulking than lurking, so I guess it does not apply to mr.
I post! I post!
Anything but an ass of doom!
I don’t know what it looks like, but I’ll take your word for it. If you’re threatening to post it, it must not be good for us.
I’ve already seen enough stuff on the Internet to remind me of the saying “Son, there’s just some things you can’t unsee.” I used to think I was a world weary, urbane sophisticate who’d seen it all until I got online ten years ago, and discovered I was a naive, innocent baby. “Hmm, a newsgroup about erotic pictures of bears? What on earth can be erotic about a bear? (click) AAAAAAA! My eyes! Make it go away!!!” Didn’t know bears = portly, hairy men. Blech. And I used to think “scat” was a term for the “dozens”, the Cab Calloway/Ella Fitzgerald “eeedi eiidi oh shebap shebap” style of singing. How I wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then. Now I can’t think of the name Scatman Carrouthers without giggling.
I lurk. Live with it. I post when I have something to say.
Sending a little lurky love your way…….
Better late than lurking (or pictures.)