Last year, I didn’t acknowledge Blog Delurking Week until Wednesday because I was afraid of not having any lurkers come out of the woodwork, thereby confirming my utter lameness. But no! After I hit the Publish key with much trepidation, half a dozen people left comments, and my heart went aflutter. A successful delurking day for RA!
However, this year, the delurking bonanza was completely off my radar until Alynda reminded me, and here it is, already Friday! At this rate, I will be forced to go for belated de-lurks next year.
What’s the charm behind de-lurking? While I don’t typically write to or for readers, I certainly don’t do it without you in mind. It warms the cockles of my heart to hear that something I’ve written has resonated with someone else, whether it was a recipe, a story, or a picture. So let me know who you are! I’m nice, I promise!
To make up for my lapse (and to make de-lurking easier), I suggest a little session of harmless confessions. We’re not aiming for skeletons to jump out of closets or reasons to produce a Lifetime movie, okay? I’ll start:
- When the guy across the hall from my office goes on one of his mucous-y sneezing fits, I want to throw up.
- I have a full-length, hooded, gray fleece coat that I love with all my heart, even though it makes me look kind of monk-ish. It’s just so warm, and I got it on sale for twenty bucks at Eddie Bauer! Anyway, every time I wear it, my eyes shift nervously, because it’s exactly the type of thing people are wearing when they’re ambushed on What Not to Wear.
- I can’t make it through the day without smearing my mascara and looking like a raccoon, simply because I can not stop touching my face. I have tried to consciously restrain myself, but somehow, I end up looking like I rub my eyes on the hour.
- When JG kisses me on the forehead or the cheek, I wipe off the moisture (but not the kiss!) under the pretense of “rubbing it in.”
Last, but not least, and perhaps most relevant this week:
- Ever since the entry on January 31, 2007, I have received at least one comment on every post. As a result, I wait with bated breath for the first comment to light up my inbox, just so the silly streak can continue. I love that commenter, whoever it turns out to be.
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I think I just did delurk day last summer or fall. I have a hunch that it’s not truly a once-a-year thing. I guess there isn’t one true authority governing delurk day / week on the Internet! I’m pretty sure there aren’t a bunch of NEW lurkers hanging out between the last time I called for delurking and now!
I abstained from the last delurk day, but I recall a delurking week (of unknown origin) that I did last year. Maybe I should put a reminder in my calendar for next year.
Ooh! Will I be the beloved first comment? Maybe…
My confession is that I have a couple moles on my chin that get these beastly dark wiry hairs that grow out of them. I had some of the hairs zapped, but it didn’t get all of them and I haven’t gotten around to doing it again. I am so self conscious about them that I’m perpetually rubbing my chin checking for them and I cannot live without my tweezers. YUCK!
I wipe off the moisture from my hu’band’s kisses too, but I’m not kind enough to do it under any pretense. I love him, but he’s one slobbery dude.
Oh, so close! But I love all of the commenters, Gretchen!
Happy de-lurking week! I totally forgot about it this year even though I saw numerous sites with their de-lurking banners up. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess. But I did do the MoFo Del-lurk Day last year, so I guess I shouldn’t push my luck.
I abstained from that one, so delurking is an annual thing around here, so far. I approach it with much fear and trepidation.
Oh, everytime someone sneezes on the tube, it makes me shudder. How many germs am I inhaling on it … or more importantly, how long can I hold my breath without passing out?
Your jacket sounds awesome! I want one like it for England. Would be perfect.
Happy delurking day.
Yes, a crowded tube car can be very frightening, germ-wise. Thanks for the delurk reminder!
I confess that when anyone calls me at work before 9am, I wish for them to step in dog poop on their way home.
I confess that I have been one of those callers. At my old job, I used to have to follow-up on sales inquiries, so if I got in at 8:30 Eastern time, I had no problem calling someone on the west coast, leaving a chirpy voicemail about how I was sorry to miss them, and sending an e-mail with my contact information. Then, the ball was in that person’s court, and I had only spent 2 minutes of my time. I apologize retroactively for those people.
Whenever one of my coworkers coughs, I have to bite my tongue so I don’t snap “Drink some water, for the love of god!” I know coughing sucks, and there’s not much you can do about it, but the sound of it irritates the hell out of me. Am insensitive.
I know what you mean, though. I always thought mean thoughts toward that poor kid in the back of the lecture hall who dragged himself to an exam review, but was dying of TB.
Delurking…I’ve read you for awhile and I believe I’ve commented before, but if not–Hi!
I just recently learned to apply mascara to the top of my eyelashes, it has really helped to minimalize the raccoon eyes!
I’ll confess to leaving the house looking like a complete disaster and then trying my best to ignore people if I see them in public.
Hi! I should try that top-mascara thing…I wonder if I am coordinated enough.
Yesterday was Delurking Day and this is Delurking Week. It is too much delurking for someone who can’t comment on a lot of blogs at work!
I confess that sometimes I’m too tired at night to shower after working out and I just go to bed. How disgusting is that? I just heard the collective ewwwwww!
Maybe I’m in the minority here, but does it matter if you shower in the morning?
It’s me!!!!!
Hi!
Hi! Sometimes I lurk and sometimes I don’t but hello anyway!
Since you are the grammar expert, I have not a confession, but a question:
Which is the proper word - anyway or anywayS? As in, “So anyway, I think it’s time to change the subject”.
My initial reaction was to shun “anyways” with all the vehemence I could muster. But, because I am thorough to the point of paranoia, I checked it out. Dictionary.com lists both versions as viable words, albeit the latter is noted as “nonstandard,” so I would say that it is probably more acceptable go to with “anyway,” but it is not incorrect to use “anyways.”
I’m hardly a lurker but hi!
I should have a confession or two: I haven’t blogged all week, mostly because I’ve been out of town and quite busy but I feel lame nonetheless.
No worries — I more interpret busy-ness as a chance for a surge of fun stories later on. I hope it eases up soon!
I confess that the reason I go to work so early in the morning is so that I don’t have to talk to anyone! It’s not that I don’t like my co-workers, but they are so chatty sometimes!
Chatty in the morning results in daggers from my eyes. JG has learned to say the absolute minimum to me before I take a shower.
When I work out, I feel like I can eat anything I want. Like tonight? I ate four cookies after dinner. And they were not small cookies.
Heh. I love those fake rules about how calories don’t count. Like if you eat a salad and then ice cream — they cancel each other out, right?
I gave up caffeine as a New Year’s resolution, but already I’ve sneaked three lattes. I have no willpower.
Ohh, that’s a tough resolution. What if you wean yourself off of it and go half-and-half in the beginning?
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