I can always tell, when he makes Proclamations like this, and goes and nails them to the church door, as it were.
He was responding to (chiding?) The Acidman, who apparently needs a hug, too.
Funny, because they both each get as much traffic in a day as I get in a week. But I get the good traffic. I keep my Sitemeter open (as do they) and as you can see if you look, the last 20 search engine hits are usually all someone searching for some permutation of, well, me. Sure, you get the odd 'fuck old pussy' and 'little girl titty-fuck' searches, but those are (thankfully) rare.
I like to see the early morning and lunch hour hits. That tells me someone dropped by to see me, maybe even first thing. I'm not a hit-whore like Rob freely admits he is, but I like it that someone likes me (or hates me) enough so that they want to come back and see what I'm up to.
I've been doing this for years, and the attention still startles me. My panties don't get all moist, like Rob's do, but I am proud of (most of) my work, and I appreciate being appreciated. I would never (appear to) scorn my readers by calling their visits insignificant.
I haven't had comments for all that long, and I am surprised at how much I enjoy them.
There are three things I used to say over and over again that I would never do: have comments, have a tip jar, or accept advertising. Surprise. If there's a lesson there, I guess it would be to never say never.
Blogging, as a phenomenon, will never die, unless the internet does. Oh, it may morph into something different, as technologies change, but the phenomenon of individual citizen-communicators is here to stay. This is the final legacy that started with the printing press.
So, lead, follow, or get the fuck out of the way, but there's no sense in bitching about it. Blogging is just a fact of life. And don't get bent because other people don't know about blogging, or what it means to be a blogger. People do not know a lot of stuff. Fukkem. I do not seek approbation from the clueless masses.
And I like that just fine.