I just learned from Scalzi that last week was delurking week. And around the blogosphere folks stepped up and introduced themselves and declared, “Hey, I read your blog and enjoy it. But usually I’m just not the commenting kind.”
There are heaps of blogs I read and don’t comment on. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s because I feel more comfortable commenting on the blogs of people I know in real life. But I know Patrick and Teresa, and yet I rarely comment on Making Light, even though I particularly enjoy the comment threads there.
Sometimes I find myself talking with friends and I realise that for the past few hours we’ve been talking solely about blogs and blogging, about a whole string of people we’ve never met that we feel like we know well. And it doesn’t really strike me as weird.
Ten years ago I was not having such conversations. Ten years ago I didn’t know the words “blog” or “delurk” for that matter.
I have no idea where I’m going with this. Just that I like the blogosphere and all my imaginary friends and even if I’ve never commented it doesn’t mean I don’t love them. After all they still get my hits, right?
And by the same token, feel free to lurk here. I can tell you’re there without you saying a word. It’s magic, innit?
I’ve posted before, but might as well actually introduce myself. I’m 24, I live in suburban New York, and work at a barnes and noble in white plains. Although I’m a voracious reader (almost 39,000 pages last year), i’m ashamed to admit that i have yet to read any of the books that either you or scott have written (although i do own a copy of so yesterday).
I’m an aspiring lyricist/librettist for the musical theatre and am always looking for worthy sources of adaptation (i’ll admit a certain infelicity with original ideas).
you know all about me. 😛 writer, recent ex-teenager, usian, can get frighteningly excited about stuff, PUCS (poor underage college student), blogging enthusiast. that about sums it up. random fact: i love limeade and bacon, though not at the same time.
at the same time would be weird.
I hardly lurk anywhere, because I’m an incurable loudmouth.
Welcome, Seth, and no worries on reading the books.
I wouldn’t worry about originality. How many of the great musicals weren’t adaptations of something else? Hmmm, I think the Magic or Madness trilogy would make a very fine musical. Just saying . . .
Rebecca: All about you? I’m not even going to ask what limeade is. Sounds disturbing though.
Diana: I too am a loudmouth which makes me wonder why I’m not commenting all over the place. Loudmouths of the world unite!
you. don’t. know. what. limeade. is?
Is it a disease? It sounds like a disease.
gah!
okay, how shall i put this…. limeade is to becs as mangosteens are to justine.
That’s not true. I just looked it up and it turns out it’s what replaces blood in zombies.
are you calling me a zombine?
heh heh. oops.
Are you admitting you’re a zombie?
that depends on how exactly you define “zombie.”