Blurker (BLUR-kur): n. 1. One who reads many blogs but leaves no evidence of themselves such as comments behind; a silent observer of blogs. 2. One who reads many blogs but has no blog of their own; a blog-watcher or blog voyeur.
So I totally missed National De Lurking Day/Week/Month/Whatever. It was back in January. I was busy transferring all my stuff to Typepad and getting used to it. At any rate it's never been like me to fall in with what/when everyone else is doing stuff anyway. Unless it has to do with hair styles and fashion. That's entirely different.
And I know how I've mentioned I am entirely addicted to my statistics, as paltry as they are. It's so interesting to see where people are from, how long they stay, where they go. What drives you? Canada, Hong Kong, Mexico, Brazil for Pete's Sake!!! Someone in Brazil read my blog for two whole minutes! Why? And you from Belgium, you know who you are. Enlighten me, 'cause I think it's SO cool that someone in Belgium is reading my blog. I've never been to Europe. I'm so totally, disgustingly American in my geographical illiteracy that you could really help me. Tell me about Belgium for heavens sake! Enlighten my readers, too!
And there are some of you who come and actually go to other pages! You actually click on my curriculum links. What's with that? Even I am not interested in my curriculum. I posted it entirely out of boredom. You people seem to like my blog roll too. And I originally eschewed the idea of a blog roll. Go figure.
I also find it fascinating what sites some of you come from. A lot of you are from various homeschool forums I visit and list my blog at. Getting googled is particularly interesting. Although those of you who stumble here that way don't stay too long. Imagine. You were looking for "denim jumpsuit" and found a picture of my husband. There are 12 of you who have actually subscribed to me. (None of which are my family....my therapist says that's okay.) Clearly you need my witty riposte in your life, daily. Many of you come from The Country Doctors Wife, or Chickens In the Road. After those opening acts, I'm sure I'm a bit disappointing, but some of you have actually stayed a bit.
So what I'm getting to here is the same thing I was getting to about a month and a half ago. All you blurkers are killing me. You're not commenting. I am terribly curious as to WHY you are here reading my drivel, and how you came to be here. And why do you come back, anyway? What drives you? Are you insomniacs? Do you homeschool? Are you looking for ideas of what to do when you visit Maine? Are you wondering if your child will ever read, so mine gives you hope? Does my haphazard- make- it- up -as- I- go- along homeschooling methods make you feel a bit better about yourselves? Are you related to me or are a friend and feel somewhat obligated to come here? I get that you stay because I am terribly of- the- moment and cutting edge in all ways that truly matter, but before that.
So this is YOUR CHANCE!!! Comment already. No, I'm not giving anything away this time. You have the sheer pleasure of knowing that you made my day and sated my curiosity and that of my readership. Now get to it. Below this post is a link that says "Comments". Click on it. Fill in the information. Leave a comment. Go away satisfied you did a bit of good today. And then come back tomorrow.
(And mom and dad, this SO means you too.)
PSSSTTTT: If you do nothing else, at least take the poll on the upper right hand of the blog! Inquiring minds want to know that, too!