...in the comments, trying to annoy me, insult me, mentioned that half the comments on the post were mine. I just shrugged. So? I didn't (don't) even bother to count.
I have found that I enjoy interacting (for the most part) with my readers, here. As long as it doesn't get out of hand. Or become a chat room. I'm the only blogger I know of that chases people away, and tries to keep irrelevant commenting where it belongs: somewhere else.
Old-timers here, yeah, I give them more leeway. You read my shit for a few years, I think you have earned your stripes. You can ask Wendy what my first request always is when I have to go away for awhile...watch over the comments, delete with extreme prejudice.
Of course, some posts were just designed for excessive blabber to occur. And if you have been reading blogs for awhile, you can spot them from a mile away. Abortion and guns come to mind right away. Hey, vent. Stew. Yak. I could care less. But only a few of you have 008 status here...license to go off topic.
It's funny, when I write a post that gets zero comments, I know one of two things: 1) it was boring, and nobody gives a shit or 2) I hit a nerve so hard with a hammer that it is still ringing, and everybody who read it is off in a corner, with their thumb in their mouth, shivering.
On other people's blogs my comments rarely go over one line. Yet on LL's blog, I blab away.
Well, I've said all I care to say about this. Do not take this as an attack of some sort, on anybody. I like nearly all of you, though some animals are more equal than others. Enjoy. Or not. No skin off my nuts.