I love you all…

I have the coolest followers of any blog I have ever seen. You all rock. I love your comments, your support, getting to know you. I don’t know how you ended up here, but I am glad you did.

You are like my family… my weird, slightly dysfunctional family.

I admit that often, my comment sections are funnier than the posts that set them off. This blog runs on comments. I am immensely proud of the fact that a few of my blog posts have over 1,000 comments on them (even though half of those are mine). But I do not play favorites. I do not love any of my children more than the ‘special’ ones.

I would like to pay tribute now to those of you who follow me and never say a word.

Let us not forget those people who follow from the sidelines… the terminally shy, the bashful, the word-challenged, the tongue-tied, those with computer malfunctions, the bots and spam sites, the Russian brides looking for a green card, the tawdry adult webcam links, the people who just came here because they got lost, the people who fell for my trick where I occasionally tag posts as ‘free porn’ or ‘big boobs’ and were looking for pictures of huge boobs or free porn and just stayed because I am so damn entertaining… the people who typed something freaky into a search engine because they are just weird and found me and now worship me, like, I don’t know, people who have enough spare time to search the entire internet looking for pictures of rainbows shooting out of a unicorn’s ass… The downtrodden, the huddled masses yearning to be amused, the old, retired people who are so bored that this seems like a fun place to hang out and they are afraid to go poking around the internet because they might get lost, the new bloggers desperate for attention but not sure of what to say, the websites that are trying to sell something and managed to slip past the spam filters, the people who showed up because I did one post that they were interested in and they saw it on one of those topic walls in the reader and now they are still waiting for me to do more posts about that, the people who followed me and then quit blogging but never cancelled their account with WordPress, the people who don’t speak English very well and aren’t really sure what is going on… (Of course, most of those people are Americans, everybody else on the planet seems to have mastered the English language fairly well)… And those people who come here often and just sit and watch the craziness unfold, certain that I will turn around and follow them one of these days even though I have the attention span of a gnat and if you don’t keep reminding me of your presence with comments I will most likely never even remember you were here in the first place because, hey, I’m old, and busy, and there are a lot of people here for me to keep track of and you know the squeaky wheel gets the grease, so obviously I pay more attention to the people who do comment, because I like to answer all the comments I get…

You are all my family. To each and every one of you, coming back day after day to see what antics I might devise to make you laugh, I send all my love.

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108 Responses to I love you all…

  1. stephrogers says:

    I love you too man! Are you drunk? I love everyone when I’m drunk, until I don’t. Then I hate everyone and the toilet bowl.

  2. List of X says:

    All your love received, I signed the Fedex’s guy pad this morning. It took me 3 hours to haul all of the boxes into my house. I’ll be sending you mine through Fedex as well.

  3. treyzguy says:

    I think I’m in the “desperate for attention don’t know quite what to say” crowd…..LOL!

  4. I don’t know what to say. To that.

  5. elroyjones says:

    You can’t be sending each of us All of your love. You can send each a portion or you can send all of it to each, individually, in which case we’d have to return it so you could send it out to the next person.

  6. 1jaded1 says:

    For me, the cool shades drew me in. Your sense of humor kept me coming back.

  7. Konni Kim says:

    LOVE.THIS.POST. Ooh I wanna be interviewed! : D
    -random Korean 17 year old fashion/art blogger.

  8. benzeknees says:

    I feel ripped off! I come here to your site multiple times a day, read your posts & almost always make comments – where is the post devoted to me?

  9. Aw, thanks! I feel so loved. 🙂

  10. Hmmmm….I can’t remember exactly how I found you…I think I turned right at insanity and left at wackiness… *races off to double-check GPS*

  11. Al says:

    Yarra marra garra.

  12. areed090290 says:

    Thank you for your shout out post! I love your posts, they make my days a little brighter. Your insane drive to be the last commentor on a post is also fun! 🙂 One day I will win!

  13. First off, I am Canadian…not Russian and I already have my green card (and no, it’s not green).

  14. What you aren’t handing out green cards? (Hey, get out of line – he doesn’t have any)…oh, any visas for techies?

  15. Ann Koplow says:

    This whole “reply” thing has got me confused, apparently, too. Anyway, let me repeat the punchline: I love this post.

  16. Ann Koplow says:

    I had trouble figuring out how to answer this question, for lots of reasons, but I think the answer is “no.” Let me explain: I was following you, in some way, before. Now, I’m following you in an additional way, too.

  17. Ann Koplow says:

    Take two: I love this post, even though it’s not about me.

  18. Ann Koplow says:

    I love this post, Even thought it’s not about me.

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