My recent post on Buck Owens just highlighted an issue I’m having with my blog readers. I Twittered about that Buck Owens post and the Tweet connected automatically to my Facebook page. Almost immediately dozens of readers showed up — most from metropolitan areas — and, according to my Secret Squirrel traffic detecting software, stayed on that post long enough to read the whole thing. But nobody commented. Hey, I know this was a tough one. Yeah, you are all City Sophisticates and you don’t want to admit that you’ve ever listened to Country Music. Let alone that you actually watched Hee-Haw when you were kids. And, admit it, you LIKED IT.

Okay, okay, I get it. You are all deep undercover when it comes to Cowboy and Country Music. You have to pull the covers over your head and pretend that I’m not TALKING TO YOU. But I still need to address a major problem here. Why do so many of you come to my site, spend enough time to read two or three posts, then send your comments to me via Twitter, Facebook, Flickr or private email? Listen, there’s a feature in the comments section that lets you comment anonymously. Or you can do what one of my creative British friends does. Create a fake identity and comment as that person. He’s assumed the identity of the arrogant popinjay from Wife Swap and posts obnoxious comments as Stephen Fowler. I know who he is, again through my Secret Squirrel Blog Visitor Detecting Software, but I’ll never tell. Your secret identity is safe with me.

 

This is Gladys at the wonderful Martha & Brothers Roastery. They have an intravenous caffeine drip set up for me. Help fund it with your comments.

This is Gladys at the wonderful Martha & Brothers Roastery. They have an intravenous caffeine drip set up for me. Help fund it with your comments.

What I’m saying here is that I only get readership credit for people who actually comment HERE. And at my current Google AdSense earnings of about $3.25 a month, well, that’s not even going to keep me in Mochas. And God knows, I need lots of caffeine to keep up this punishing blogging schedule.

 

So if you like the stuff I throw out here. And let’s face it, where else can you go online and read about Giant Sequoias on Monday, Faberge eggs on Tuesday and Buck Owens on Wednesday. It really takes a lot of thought to be this random and off the wall. So let’s hear it, folks. Let’s really hear it. If you liked the post, or didn’t like the post, or even just showed up, give me a little Comment Luv here.

Remember (and I just can’t help myself from rerunning this picture whenever possible):

ON THE INTERWEBS, NO ONE KNOWS YOU’RE A DOG!

 

You can be whoever you want to be. So go ahead and assume the identity of Anna Nicole Smith or Gary Glitter. And comment, comment, comment!

You can be whoever you want to be. So go ahead and assume the identity of Anna Nicole Smith or Gary Glitter. And comment, comment, comment!