OK, I have a few questions. Like, who ARE the OS editors? Does anybody KNOW who they are, or, like, where one might mail them cookies? Do we get to know how they work, or are they more like, say, God, or Dick Cheney?
Not that I CARE about getting an EP; I'm above that sort of thing. WAY. But my MOM would like me to get one, and she's getting on in years.
Please, Editors, pick me. Please? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE?
Just kidding. Heh, heh.
Other questions: (I'm fairly new at this)
Does it hurt people's feelings if you don't comment on their comment?
When you want to respond to people who comment on your post, does it do any good to do it in your own comments, or do you have to go to their blog and send a message, in which case they may have NO idea who you are?
It occurred to me, having done the former for some time, now, that it's a little NARCISSISTIC to think that people, having read and commented on my blog, will come back to see if I commented on THEIR comment. Just sayin'.
And, speaking of narcissism, do other people feel like they're running for prom queen or something? Sit down at the computer for "just a minute" before pouring a cup of coffee and, hours later, stumble to the coffee pot in a caffeine-deficient-near-coma but WELL informed on how many views/ratings/comments they've gotten? Do bloggers' families sometimes discover their skeletal remains seated in front of the computer?
Oh, and when do the lists turn over? Does the clock reset at a certain time? And how many people are blogging here? And why are there some weeks-old blogs on the popularity list, when most of them are from the last 24 hours? I'm confused. And I'm having fun - this is SO much like having a life.
Just sayin'.


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I only check back on comments if I think the post probably sparked an interesting debate.
No idea who the Godly Editorial Ones are, but they should pick me, too. I am posting excerpts from some damn fine short stories in my collection! Laughing too hard to type now...
Thanks!
Ya have to hold only a feathered!
Ya can't pluck chicken and eat it.
Lean up against a pink Harley?
Maybe hold a big cute Hog?
maybe pray to St. Francis?
He said hog noses are cute!
Maybe Your dear Mother?
Sit in Ya Harley and smile?
Get a tattoo:`I love a EP's?
There is no answer? giggle!
pathetic. Not You. Thanks!
Good question Yodel blue!
Be a hypochondriacs wife!
You Be. Let um eio~luvU!
Send e-mails with pickles!
I rarely comment on a comment. I think it's done a lot because it's posted on the front page that a comment was made even if it is a comment about a comment. I love and appreciate my friends out here and I comment on their posts and they comment on mine. That's enough for me.
Wonderful post because you handle many of the concerns we all have out here in a funny way.
keep writing.
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I'm so enjoying this new community. Must. . . get. . . coffee. . .
oh, and mirrors.
lots of mirrors.
=)
"And I'm having fun - this is SO much like having a life."
See? This is how they hook you! You may as well face it. You're a goner. One OSer likes to call this place literary crack and I tend to agree. They dangle that Cover or EP in front of you like a donkey turning a wheel. You can see and smell the carrot, but just can't manage a bite. It's almost like we are some maze rats in some secret government experiment gone horrible wrong.
As for Me? I'm toast. I haven't showered in two weeks and the only sun I get is when I go to the mailbox to get my internet bill. I can't imagine the withdrawals if they ever take the net away for lack of payment. As far as the other bills are concerned? Pffft! Who cares.
"Do bloggers' families sometimes discover their skeletal remains seated in front of the computer?"
Yes! All of the time. It's a national epidemic. Some forget to eat for weeks on end while others are discovered expired among empty wine bottles knee deep. It's a national tragedy. The should send in FEMA, but we know how well that worked last time.
I recommend getting out while you can. If you feel it's too late, just sit back and enjoy the ride. It's a hell of a way to go.
good questions. but since I'm pretty new here and utterly addicted I can tell you that I have done that, sat down with a cup of coffee and didn't get up until it was time to make dinner. This has happened more than once, I'm (un)ashamed to say. But I can't keep it up....its aggravating my carpal and besides, I don't have THAT many years left to waste. and it's just too too pointless. But it IS fun.
I try to answer everyone's comments. I've wondered about that too, do people come back to read if you've responded to their comments. but I've decided I don't care. If I'm whistling in the wind, this next step is just advanced whistling. It's all pointless, and very me me me and marvelous and social and creative....until it isn't.
As for EPs I can't figure for the life of me.
EP? Entry Page? Something like that? Sure that would be nice.
From a Buddhist perspective (also my mode of sifting through it all) we can just note it when our feelings get hurt by people whom we have never met.
I will settle for running the drinks table at the prom. Or I might do decorations and just stay home. ;-)
Alright, alright, dammit - I'm NOT an editor. But I DID stay at a Holiday Inn.
Seriously? No one knows HOW to get an EP except a small handful of people, whom we also have no clue about. You can always find them on the cover, though. If, that is, you LOOK at the cover.
Responding to comments is pretty much subjective - go with whatever flow you feel happy in. Rob St. Amant has some excellent metaposts on how to navigate Open Salon and the generally accepted practices therein.
Oh, one thing is absolutely certain, engraved in granite and nickel-plated:
Grovelling shall not result in an Editor's Pick.
You've been informed. Now, about that beer......