I have just taken this test that I found over at Beth's, who's sadly still busy reacquainting herself w her commode. Beth, Beth, quit drinking so much. Oy.
The test, it characterises one's humour. I must say I am flabbergasted, how could they have described me so very well? It's a bit eery really, judge for yourself, underlining's mine:
Your humor style:CLEAN SPONTANEOUS LIGHT Your style's goofy, innocent and feel-good. Perfect for parties and for the dads who chaperone them. You can actually get away with corny jokes, and I bet your sense of humor is a guilty pleasure for your friends. People of your type are often the most approachable and popular people in their circle. Your simple & silly good-naturedness is immediately recognizable, and it sets you apart in this sarcastic world.
Aren't you proud of silly-silly, simple me? My sense of humour sets me apart in this nasty sarcastic world! Bad sarcasm, bad bad bad. I frown upon it, rearranging my cute, clean features in an appropriate manner. I also skip when I walk.
Now that I was reminded of my bitchiness, let's tackle lurkers shall we. The laws of average say I have some. Udge has recently intimated them to come out and amazingly, they did! That's bcs they are good lurkers. I know people lurk for a reason and, annoying as it is, I understand. *sigh* I do it as well. Lurkers wouldn't be called lurkers if they commented, now would they. So I'll tell you why I lurk where I lurk and MAY I ENCOURAGE YOU TO DO THE SAME? I come bearing long swords. [They are Portuguese swords. Bcs I am Portuguese, not Israeli. I was born here, my soul was born in Israel, see? Some of you get confused.]
I read some IF blogs where I hardly or never comment. Infertility blogs are fraught w perils and it is very easy to say the wrong thing without realising it. On any site, if I leave a few comments and they are not acknowledged in any way whatsoever, I assume it's the blogger's polite way of saying I couldn't care less abt what you have to say, you funny Portie person, go away. And I obligingly re-lurk again. I also lurk at sites that have far too many commenters bcs really, after 276 people have said their bit, what could I possibly add? The pleasure of seeing my name on the list as well? On a personal level, I will never be able to really understand the thrill of being first (First! First!) and I never tend to worship said bloggers, so some of the mystique is lost on me. There are also some blogs that I read only infrequently and then I feel stupid abt leaving a comment but maybe what's stupid is me thinking that? I wouldn't be offended it they did that here so I don't know what I'm talking abt anymore. Finally, there's Paul and Dale, though that's not really lurking. And Paul is blogging again and I barely know what's happening w his life, and I don't know how Dale is doing either bcs well, I've talked abt this here. Their writing wraps itself around some heart branches and they make me feel things. For almost a year now I have been avoiding them and then going back to read them in vast gulps on a regular basis. I wish it would stop being so, I wish I could stop myself, I am crazy abt them and miss them terribly, I went in now to get their site domains and kept my eyes on the URL the wole time lest an exquisite sentence caught me unawares. I feel terribly guilty for doing this bcs it sounds absolutely inane even to me but I'd much rather live with the guilt that follows (believe me, it's no minor guilt, and even more so bcs they are unfailingly supportive and the whole thing makes me feel like an absolutely rotten person) than with the longing they make me feel for Uzi. Once again, this is my public apology to you.
[Detour. I very rarely receive emails asking for me to link to the person. Blog etiquette is a bit inconsistent yet but common sense and manners aren't, not really. It might be useful to read this bfr writing to me. And if you'd like for more people to read you and become so fond of you that they link to you, er, leave comments yourself. You know, participate. Work a little. Bcs an email coming from a stranger saying Hi, I love your blog
even though I couldn't be bothered to even comment, I have a new one, could you link to me will be treated as spam bcs as far as I can tell, that's what it is.]
I have an inkling that I may have neglected to reply to some new commenters in the past. Even bfr I started replying to comments individually I always answered those bcs, when you think abt it, it's not an easy step is it? Back when I started I found a blog that pretty much begged for comments, i.e., everyone! Comment! Love! Comments! Everyone! Welcome! Well then. To my great surprise I found that the stupid cow was leaving comments after mine saying things like Why is the Lioness stalking me? Please make her stop! WELL THEN. I deleted them and wholeheartedly hope the lady has seen fit to start intensive therapy. I have never went back to check. Anyway, if I did the same to you I'm sorry, I truly am, sometimes life gets to be a bit too much in the Pride revier and some fall through the loops. I also lost my bookmarks when my hard drive crashed and have been unable to find some people again. BCS THEY DON'T LEAVE COMMENTS. That's what happens. Sadness could be spared.
So. Lurkers. If you are one, could you tell me why and where from? How did you end up here? Are you a lurker bcs I make you uncomfortable? [Seriously, happens so often IRL I wouldn't be surprised if I'd managed to have the same effect on the ether.] Are you a lurker bcs you enjoy reading but, astonishingly, are left w nothing to say? Are you a lurker bcs you think I couldn't care less abt your comment? (Here you'd be wrong) For the love of God just tell me, I'm too curious for my own good, I may sprain a neuron trying to understand this. You may do it anonymously, of course. (Well not of course but I've turned anon commenting back on) I really, really, REALLY would love to know. I didn't feel much like celebrating my bloggiversary last August, consider this my wish list. Also, both my show and Loverboy's were aired. We were mortified, him for no reason whatsoever, hw was fine and looked edible. One colleague of mine actually only recognised me when I started talking. But that might just be a good thing. There could be pics but NOT UNTIL WE HAVE SOME ANSWERS. The Pride whole-heartedly embraces emotional blackmail (and it should be effective as well bcs people who never comment can just not comment again and we'll see who wins). And remember the swords.
UPDATE: Ed's comment's reminded me of something. I've been doing that a lot as well, staring at the comment window blankly and not being able to pull forth any words. Lioness Was Here seems a bit daft. I am not deliberately trying to lurk, am just struck dumb more often than not. So chances are, if someone from Portugal has been stopping by, it was me. Then again, there are loads - and I mean LOADS - of Portie bloggers and they do get around so it's probably not all me, maybe you're making some new friends. Also, there are people who link to me and have never commented - why? WHY? Now I don't feel comfortable commenting there either. See how silly it all is? Also, there is someone in Munich who's been here for 17h, 37 min and 22 secs. A slow reader, perhaps? German person, YOU LEFT A WINDOW OPEN! Close it off bfr it bursts into flames. (And introduce yourself, das waere schoen, gell?)(Blah ohne Umlaut sieht Deutsch total bescheuert aus!) And you in New Haven (which is gorgeous, I loved it!) of the 7 h, who are you? Another window left open? (Happens to me as well so I never get my knickers in an uproar imagining it's all love) And you, you in JERUSALEM, the place where everything starts and ends, who are you and why aren't you saying anything?? Stam b'yerushalayim, kacha. NU?? So not pleased with this. *slowly walks away w head down, shoulders shaking w sobs*