I recently wrote a post about my friend, Lea, and the anniversary of her passing. The post was more for me than anyone else.
I added your blog to bookmarks. And i’ll read your articles more often!
He commented again with:
Valuable thoughts and advices. I read your topic with great interest.
Really, Crasty? Perhaps you should unbookmark me then, because I very rarely write about the death of close friends or even very personal topics. Maybe you would enjoy Virtual Memorials a bit more.
A couple of weeks ago, in a very short post consisting of three links and the word awesome about 14 times, I linked to The Bloggess.
Here’s what John had to say:
I liked it. So much useful material. I read with great interest.
Useful for what? I mean, yeah, it’s useful for a laugh, and she honestly rocks, but great interest? You need a hobby, John. And not like mine, cruising the internet, instead of writing, and finding blogging gold. Get your own.
And finally, we have Bunker. He responded to my approximately five sentence post (one of which about how I was too lazy to write a real post) with this:
I really like your blog and i respect your work. I’ll be a frequent visitor.
If you want to spam me, it’s fine. It’s not like the comments are going to break my server at this point, since I average one about every six months. But, honestly, don’t patronize me, man. I know you don’t respect me OR care about my dead friend. Lying liars.