I suspect I’ll begin again, but during November, I dropped off leaving comments on blogs I read. I’m always looking for conversation, but I haven’t been lucky. There are shining exceptions.
I posted a knickers-in-a-twist piece on the subject of blog ‘comments’ late last year, when I started getting the feeling that one of my readers had begun skipping from the post title straight to the comment field. Here’s the whole thing, brief and frosty:
‘Comments’: Cowbirding, Conversation, or Calling Card?
“Cowbirds lay their eggs in the nests of other birds. I myself try not to ‘blog’ in the ‘comments’ of other blogs, but when I get carried away, it’s still just conversation I’m after. Anyway, please feel free to lay your egg here if you want to. All I ask is that you actually read the post before you comment. Well, maybe one other thing. Once it hatches, the cowbird chick starts muscling the resident chicks out of the nest. Don’t even try.”
For the record, I’ve never had a cowbird visit my blog.
I’m going through an odd patch, so maybe I’ve stopped commenting because I’m just depressed. The movie ‘Made for Each Other’ includes one of my all-time favorite throwaway lines: he says to her, “I get depressed at Christmas. I’m not gay, I just get depressed at Christmas.”
Actually, I believe he probably said, “I’m no fag”, but it was 1971, so I’ll give the screenwriter a pass. I’m a prince.