Now that I’m planning to do some anthologies out of my blog posts, I’ve been going back and revisiting all of them to pick out favorites and identify common themes. What I didn’t expect is how much I’d also enjoy reading everyone’s comments. I feel as though we’ve built up a nice little community here, and although I haven’t met many of you face to face, I think I’ve made quite a few friends.
Some of you comment quite a bit. (Carole! Anju! Where have you been? I miss you!) Others only chime in when I’ve written something that really strikes a chord with them, and I appreciate their insights as well.
But one guy has been with me from the very beginning. Pouringmyartout has an amazing blog of his own. I highly encourage you to check it out. I honestly don’t know how he finds the time to touch base every single day, especially since I neglect his blog terribly. Most people can only count on death and taxes. I can also count on Art and his pithy commentary. Sometimes we get on this bantering roll and it’s quite hysterical.
Because of that I’ve decided to do a little social experiment. You see, I happen to know Art’s kryptonite. He absolutely, positively HAS to have the last word. If I respond to one of his comments, he’s compelled to respond again. I guarantee you that you won’t find a single instance in which he hasn’t had the last word in my comment section. That doesn’t bother me because he happens to be a delight. But what will happen if I keep responding to his responses?
Fasten your seatbelts, readers, because this could go on for years. And feel free to participate, or at the very least, check back in every once in a while. I suspect this is going to be a lot of fun.