I hear, via Magpie, that tomorrow, Octber 3rd, is a grand holiday: The Great Mofo Delurk.
I have to say, I like getting comments. And I like celebrating made-up holidays. (Remind me that I should start making up holidays. I could design a whole line of greeting cards. Maybe I should declare some day to be “Make Up Your Own Holiday Day.”) Anyhow, we were talking about comments, weren’t we. Well, I like them. So do other people. So some folks have decided that people need a little bit of an extra nudge to leave some comments, at least this one day a year.
I plan to celebrate by leaving a few comments around on blogs where I tend to lurk. (Actually, first I plan to celebrate by getting up, engaging in some sorts of personal hygiene rituals, getting dressed, getting Phoebe dressed and off to daycare, doing some work, commuting, having a meeting, doing some more work, commuting again, and maybe having a festive holiday scone. Because I think every holiday needs a tradition of baked goods. And I don’t think scones are taken.) By the end of the day, I hope to work myself up to leaving at least a quick “hello” on a few blogs.
And I’d love it if you’d join me in this celebration. You could start right here, by leaving me a scone. Or a comment, since they are less likely to get crumbs on my laptop.
I know that it can be hard to come up with just the right comment to leave, so I thought I’d offer up a few possibilities for some quick-and-easy, down-and-dirty, alpha-and-numeric comments that are ready-to-wear. It’s easy to convey lots of meaning with just a few keystrokes. Just refer to the handy chart below.
|yoyoyo||You rock. Like someone in a rocking chair. Knitting socks. That don’t match.|
|oy||Your corniness pains me. Please stop.|
|oyo||This is meaningless|
|3752||I think you may have miscalculated|
|555||That color isn’t the most flattering for you.|
|12||I would like to sing you an aria.|
|9||This post was one of the most poignantly written, beautifully crafted, impassioned things I have read in many long years. I was moved. I cried. I wept. I did an interpretive dance.|
|pants||alejna, you are cracked|
|squid||this was a disturbing, but strangely compelling post|
|dude||all of the above|
19 thoughts on “de-lightful, de-lovely, de-lurking”
Dude! Since a trackback isn’t actually a comment, I thought I’d start things off properly by saying a few words. And those were them.
By the way, I hope your congratulatory remarks weren’t a mere exercise of de-lurkification…
I trust they weren’t. Thanks for the lovely words.
Seriously, though, I like your blog and, from here on out, I will employ your comment code table and maybe even add a few of my own.
So happy to know that the scone I just downed was a Celebratory! Holiday! Scone!
Translation: Listen up, lovers!
Not that I have anything to say, I just wanted you to listen up. Also, I don’t think I was lurking to begin with, so I can’t really de-lurk. But that’s just a technicality, right?
Dude- I love scones.
Now. must. find. scone.
Oh, and I like the idea of delurking. But why the ‘Mofo’?
Some fine words, indeed. And thanks for trackback, too. Dude.
4242 to you, too! And of course my comments weren’t mere delurkification.
Thanks, dude! Your blog looks like fun, too. And any help building up the table of comments would be great.
I’m glad you had a celebratory scone. Mmm, scones. And dude to you, too!
Oye right back at ya. I’m not entirely sure on the technicalities and qualifications of lurking, but I’m sure you can delurk if you want to.
Dude. Scones rock. Except when they are hard as rocks. As for the “mofo” bit, I don’t really know the whys. I don’t know if this bit from one of the originators gives any insight:
Oh, I forgot to use one of the suggested shorthand comments.
KC, MoFo is a contraction of moth…. um, for a highly contemptible person.
Oh, sorry. Wrong post.
(I am actually gearing up to start rehearsals – next week – for my first every opera, and I am very very very nervous about it. And I’m just in the chorus!)
a scone with fresh berries for you.
and a new pair of pants.
OK, OK: squid, 9 (sort of) and definitely pants.
Hi! You delurked at my place, and now here I am delurking at your place. There’s a nice circularity to that. Um, nice to meet you. I’ve been lurking :-)
Yoyo. According to this logic, Jen thinks the world of all of us–or not.
I did like your “4242,” though. But I suppose “pants” is fitting.
Yes, it was probably elsewhere. But was it a good interpretive dance?
Ooh, an opera. And thank you for the one-digit aria.
Yummy! Thanks. And I can use those pants.
You are too kind (sort of).
That is some nice circularity. I had no idea you were lurking, too. So nice to meet you!
Yoyo, too! I’m not sure whether Jen uses the exact same chart. Though I believe that dude does mean many things to her.