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So, it turns out that there is this thing called Blogher, which is more than just an ad box on people's pages. Who knew?

Not me.

I thought it was just something like Google Ads, not something like Woodstock. Or Jonestown. Or insert-the-name-of-somewhere-a-bunch-of-like-minded-people-flock here. It's like a movement. There is a convention in Chicago this year where I'm sure all the ladies will be making out and having pillow fights. Or burning bras and making progress on big issues. Or a little bit from column A and a little bit from column B.

When people mention Blogher on their blogs I just skim over the post because I thought it was about monetizing and I make zero cash by writing on principal. I don't want to sell out to the man, man. Not yet anyway.

I'm terrible at blog politics.

I like to respond to people's comments when they leave them. If you took the time to read what I had to say and then take more time to say something about it, I think you deserve a little love back.
I know not everyone subscribes to this idea, but I like a little back and forth with you people. It's why I do all this writing 5+ times a week. It's how I get to know how/who you really are.

It's how I get to know how/who I really am.

Also, in a related area? I LOVE when you talk about yourself in the comments. I say what I have to say about me, then you say what you have to say about what I had to say about me about you. Bloggers tend to be a little egocentric, so own it!
It makes me feel important and cherished and normal if you can tell me a story very similar to the one I just told you. I was reading a blog today where the blogger whined that his comments were full of other people talking about their own problems instead of talking about his. Um, it's called empathy, dude.
I am sad when commenters don't have an email address attached to their profile because it's hard to reply.

I love to Follow the blogs that I follow. I'm sad when people using blogger don't have a Follow box. I love when my followers follow me. It makes me feel shiny inside. Go ahead, do it. Remember when I put up the warning about if you followed someone your Gmail profile would show? That's old news. Google fixed that right away.

I love to put the blogs I follow on my Google Reader. Did you know you can find out how many people have you on their reader? Click "Browse for Stuff" on the left. Then on the "Browse" tab up top. Then type your blog name into "Search by Keyword" and then click on "Search for Feeds". (it's a little wonky now, don't freak if it tells you that you don't have a feed)
I feel like that feature should be easier to use. Bloggers need instant gratification. If we didn't need to know how many people loved us our comments would be closed, Site Meter would be out of business, and we would all write real books that people would read and never tell us how they felt about.
Dave tells me that we all stroke each other's cocks all the time with comments and awards and such and he thinks it's annoying. He's right about the stroking all the time part but I kinda like getting my cock stroked on a regular basis. That doesn't annoy me at all.

And what are you crazy people using Twitter for these days? I feel like the salesmen are taking over and there is no way in hells that I am following someone trying to pitch me something that I have zero use for. I use it as a dumping ground for things that my brain tells itself when there is no one around that I feel comfortable with sharing the things that my brain tells itself. Some people use it to tell us what they are eating for lunch. I get angry because I don't get a chance to eat lunch too often. I'm busy doing this. Or something jobby.

I'm taking weekends off from the computer and I'm loving it. Even though I walk around all the time thinking about how great it would be to tell the world what I do on a Saturday, the idea is gone by Monday and I just move on.

When's the last time you spent two full days away from your computer? It's liberating. But in all fairness, I have a Blackberry so it's not like I'm internet-free.

That's it. That's all I know about. I don't know how I made it this far so far. Seriously, I don't even know how to turn my work computer on or off. I just leave it on. Tech support LOVES me.