I’m a bit of a soapbox blogger. I stand in the town square and declaim. Blah blah blah, me me me. I’m like that guy downtown in front of Pottery Barn with the sign, shouting at traffic. I don’t really expect you to comment. I enjoy it tremendously when you do, but I don’t lie awake at night worrying when you don’t.<\/p>\n
And I never pick up memes. Ever. Because I Am A Snob. I don’t want to tell you what’s on my iPod or Five Things You Don’t Know About Me or what’s on page whatever of the nearest book. So there. I am not fun.<\/p>\n
But I do read statistics for the site and I can tell that you, Florida, are coming back to read all the time. And that you, Sweden, seem to drop in rather often. Oh, Canada, you up there, in your home and native land, hello! So when I read that it’s Delurking Week, I thought, hey, hello, hey, you! You don’t even have to say hi in the comments, if you’re too terribly shy, drop me an email.<\/p>\n
Truth is, I’m nosy. If you’re reading my blog, I think I’d like to be reading yours, if you’ve got one. So, come out come out wherever you are! Olly olly oxen free<\/a>!<\/p>\n Now, I am off to look at my feeds to see if I need to delurk. Hello, hi there. Thanks for reading.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m a bit of a soapbox blogger. I stand in the town square and declaim. Blah blah blah, me me me. I’m like that guy downtown in front of Pottery Barn with the sign, shouting at traffic. I don’t really expect you to comment. I enjoy it tremendously when you do, but I don’t lie … <\/p>\n