Bas-akwards…

There are things I just learned about this site.
Quirky things.
Quirky like me.

You comment, I check my email and see those comments. Yes?
No.
Your comments sometime go into email sometimes directly to my site.

Sometimes your comments end up in ether getting pickled and preserved and sit in a huge jar in a country bar with eggs, onions and other things arrested in development.

I get comments. I did not know that. The husband informed me that site meter has not been registering the other 400 hundred hits a day I get. My weekly stats tell me 124 people came to my site last week.

All week.

You read and comment and I’m off with the fairies lalalalala.

The husband suggests my site may have some quirks, but I should still check my site. commenting on comments is perfectly polite and I do not do that because I don’t see my own comments.

Lalalalala I can’t hear you.

Oh, and I just checked? And you guys are funny! The comments are totally enjoyable, legible, in the queen’s Engrish and everything and I have not acknowledged you.

So…

Wayne Gretzky? Has the smell left your van, yet?
Stan Lee? Book him through me, his agent. We are expensive.
Jendo? LOOOOOOVE YOU. (most brilliant writer on this here internet box)
Paul? It’s tax season. Your wife knows you’re reading my blog, at leasst add something while you’re looking at my site.
Other Paul? Thanks, kids, can’t shoot ‘em….
Simian? Has it stopped snowing out there yet?
Hula? You’re so kind. Thank you for the comment.
The Husband? I’m only off with the fairies, you’re prancing through the daffodils!
Philip? I quit you. Blogging should give you joy or don’t do it.
Everybody else? Beuller? Can a car on a track in reverse actually reverse the mileage? Always wanted to know.

Love ya mean it.