Look, everyone lurks.
Maybe you’re thinking, “I don’t want to leave a comment, I just like to read your blog!”
Maybe you’re thinking, “I don’t want to leave a comment, and I don’t even like to read your blog, but I’m a masochist and this is what I do.”
Maybe you’re thinking “I’d totally leave a comment, but my keyboard isn’t working!”
Maybe you’re thinking, “I have nothing to say.”
All legitimate reasons for not commenting.
I’m not going to hold it against you, I swear. But I did want to share some testimonials from former lurkers. People who were just like you.
Dear Marinka:
Up until last week I was a lurker on your blog. Then one day, I posted a comment and later that day I won the lottery!
Love, LurkNoMore
And this:
Hey, Marinka! Crazy shit–I commented on your blog and guess what? Those ten pounds melted off by the afternoon. Unbelievable. xo Slim
There’s more!
Your Royal Highness Marinka:
I never comment on blogs, because I figure, what’s the point? But I commented on yours last week and then found true love. He’s rich, too! I can’t believe it!
Thanks for everything, Mrs. Rich.
Sure, all those could be coincidences. But are they?
Citizen Marinka:
After I left a comment on your blog, I accepted, without blinking, a nomination to be the Vice Presidential nominee.
Yours in Patriotism, Anonymous
So, if you’re a lurker, why not leave a comment? You’ll make my day and possibly your own, too.
One year ago ...
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I was going to leave a smartass comment, but then my smartassedness left me. My husband will be thrilled.
Loved this!
Loved the last one! Often the only computer time I get is when nursing the baby, so it’s a wee bit difficult to type. Can’t wait until some good news comes my way today!
I left this comment and immediately had multiple orgasms.
Take your total comments and divide it by a million and you still have way more than me!
I will wait for good things to happen to me today now.
My husband just cooked breakfast, cleaned the dishes and offered to take the kids to his parent’s for the day.
Thanks Marinka. I think I want to make out with you.
I have left comments before, but clearly I need to step up my output.
KLS–yay! Thanks for commenting! You know, the whole nursing thing is really overrated. Sure, it’s the best for your baby and decreases the risk of breast cancer for you, but can you really afford to forego commenting on my blog? When I put it that way, doesn’t the solution seem obvious?
😉
everyone else–such opportunists. But I adore you anyway. Maybe because of the opportunism.
I’m totally an opportunist. I also do everything women tell me to do. Since you told me to comment, here I am!
I was going to leave a comment about the fabulous things that happen to me because I comment here, but there’s no way I can outdo Manager Mom.
I left a comment last time, which I would say exempts me from remaining in that particular category. I must however mention that your post seems rather fallacious, considering I did not have one good thing happen to me subsequent to leaving a comment. Exploiting the littluns? Shame, shame.
Seriously – the only reason I think I am still nursing her is so that I can get my blog fixes. Otherwise I would have to wait all.day.long to catch up on what’s going on in bloggyland. I should have mentioned in my previous comment that the conversations between you and Husbandrinka never fail to make me laugh.
I’ve never lest a comment here before, but I will say that I have tons of mustard too. But only because I keep thinking we’re out of it and keep buying more. And now? We’re out because other people kept stopping me from buying it.
First time here but didn’t want to take on lurker status. I also read your preceding post and enjoyed your wit and humor. I’ll be back. I would like to go now to see if Manager Mom’s experience happens to more than one commenter.
You guys are so nice! Thank you for delurking!
Todd–That’s great to know! Could you please solve the country’s economic crisis and make plaid not be fashionable this fall? Thanks in advance!
Anonymous–there must be some mistake! Perhaps you’re not buying enough lottery tickets?
Ruby–look at me, so informal with you. I’ll be happy to share our mustard with you, but I’ve been told it’s poison.
HighSchool Teacher–yay that you immediately shed the lurker status!
For everyone else who is somewhat jealous of Manager Mom’s experience, I must warn you that she is a premium member. If you are interested in this level of blog reader membership, check it out!
http://nycmomandmore.blogspot.com/2007/09/premium-blog-membership.html
Dear Marinka,
I commented on your blog and then I got explosive diarrhea. What does that mean?
Heather
I’m off to buy my lottery ticket right now.
I’m a terrible commenter. Some sort of phobia. I only found you recently and think you are hilarious. Plus the NY thing. So I’m probably here for good … but comments? Oy, the stress.
you totally crack me up. I might just have to start lurking and not commenting, and then comment and ….wait a minute, what was I talking about????
If we usually comment, should we become lurkers now? That would almost definitely be welcome in my case.
You’re Marinkinmecrazy. I don’t even know what that means, but thought it up the other day, and since I have no other comment, I thought I’d tell you about it.
I haven’t been a lurker in, like, days so I think that blows the luck thing. But sign me up as a premium member because that freaking rocks. But do queens actually cash their own checks?
F**k, I have been leaving comments.
I was hoping for some of manager mom’s mojo.
haha, you got me… persistent lurker, 1st time poster. love your blog!
Heather–it means that the constipation that you’ve been struggling with is no longer a problem! Congrats!
Mrs. G–I hope you bought the right lottery ticket! Because I don’t want to be blamed if you didn’t!
Paula–anyone who works in an “oy” into the comments, rocks in my book. (I can’t get away with saying things like “rocks” and “dude”, can I?)
Vodka and Heinous–Just try and stop leaving comments. You don’t want to see me angry. Btw, my son got an Incredible Hulk costume for Halloween.
PreschoolHeart–I love Marinkenmecrazy! I am going to steal it and trademark it. Thanks!
Maura–That’s a good point about the check cashing. Maybe you can just wire the money directly into my account. Wait, are you trying to be Vice Queen?
Binks–I’m sure that there will be opportunities for long time commentors to cash in on some great luck.
Jos–thanks for delurking! I hope that many great things happen to you today and that you give me all the credit!
Honestly, I find it very difficult to come up with anything even close to your level of wit, so I’ll just start saying “hi.” Does that count?
blah blahblahblah blah.
i’m only leaving this comment to win a car from oprah.
blah blah… loveyou meanit.
ps, why the deuce was your word verification so easy? it didn’t have letters like vv and w next to each other and i didn’t even want to PUNCH babies to post a comment. who’d you sleep with?
i usually don’t lurk…
i comment too much.
but, if another comment will help the extra pounds melt away…i’m gonna try it.
delurking now. i need more time in the day to enjoy all the blogs AND comment now that i have delurked…
Oh hi.
Mayberry sent me.
Dude. So true. I leave comments today, AND I catch the pee-bandit. You are awesome 🙂
I lurk. And I have WAY too much to say which is why I don’t comment. You’ll be telling me to get my own damn blog.
Well, I just tried to leave a comment, and it didn’t save so I’m going back to my lurker status.