Thank you Baby Brother … I got a snowglobe! Hurrah! Well, actually, it’s more of a starglobe because it has gold stars falling onto a NY City skyline [apparently Mumsy thought that the Statue of Liberty was Godzilla, bless her little polyester blouses] and it even holds two pens/pencils. How nifty. I took a picture of it. My camera is crap. Therefore the picture didn’t work too well. So there is no picture. Oh well. C’est la vie and all that malarkey.
I’m tired because there’s been too much talk of houses this weekend. I’m stuffed because there’s been too much fine food at The Blokey’s childhood home. And quite possibly a little too much white wine/vodka as well … *cheery drunken grin* …
I’m also [ever-so-slightly] annoyed. Sometimes [not often] I potter around Xanga, through boredom or inquisitiveness, I’m never really sure. Probably a bit of both. There’s not much I don’t mind on here. There are boring people, funny people, all those children [and, more alarmingly, sometimes adults] who TaLk LiKe DiZ, people who write poetry, just write about daily events, share anecdotes, tell jokes, have many grievances … we all know that there is a very diverse culture here. We may view Xanga in differing ways. I’ve never really seen anything that has really offended me [thank goshness]. But this weekend I’ve seen something that has niggled away at me. Now, I have a counter [or two] on my site but I rarely actually click on them to view IP addresses and see who comes to my site. It doesn’t bother me who comes to my site. If someone wants to come twenty times in one day, or read my entire Xanga from start to finish then I pity them. I don’t feel threatened. I don’t give enough away for people to know who I am. If people don’t want to comment [and I have hundreds of subscribers who never comment] I’m not going to grumble about it. I’m not going to be childish and mention that I need people to comment. Personally I couldn’t give a damn, my dear.
[NB: from this point on please read anything in italics with a high-pitched whiney I’ve got something stuck up my arse tone …]
So, this thing that has niggled away at me? Most of the time when I’m pottering around Xanga I’ll use the random blogring button. I’ll choose a blogring and happily click on the random button and visit a site I may, or may not, have read before. This weekend I discovered those adults who have too much time on their hands. These are the adults, usually female, who force people to leave comments because they have a Wall of Shame in their left-hand module. This Wall of Shame contains the IP addresses and/or usernames of people who visit their site regularly without commenting. This means that these adults have the time to check, possibly daily, and then take the time to make a note of IP addresses and then put them onto their Wall of Shame.
I got quite paranoid yesterday because I’ve managed to find somebody’s site three times this weekend just through clicking a random blogring button. Does this mean that next time I view their site it’ll be me who has her name and IP address on the Wall of Shame? How delightful. Fame at last! There’s nothing usually special about these sites. They may not be particularly funny, or even particularly interesting. And for goodness sake, if you don’t want people to read you and not comment then make your Xanga protected, or don’t join any blogrings. Isn’t that simple enough? And incidentally, people who have protected Xanga’s and just have a post on the page saying If you want to read my Xanga please e-mail me and I’ll decide if you’re worthy because obviously I’m pretty fucking special but you won’t even know that until you e-mail me … really irk me too. Sorry, but they do.
Just go and join Blogger … nobody comments over there. You’ll be safe.
I’m very tempted to start my own Wall of Shame based on people on Xanga who irk me with their juvenile-ness. What say? … *chuckle* …
The following may or may not be true. I haven’t decided yet …