Gather around, kids. Mama’s got a story to tell over here by the fire.
It’s getting nipply out; a cool 72º this morning. We Floridians start our fires when we turn off our a/c. Our thin skin can’t take the cool breezes of winter.
I want to tell you a story about living a life online. Or rather, a small part of living your life on the internets.
It’s a nice, friendly place, these intertubes. You’ll find many things to entertain your wee brains while you’re avoiding other things like actual work or cleaning or screaming babies. You’ll find the people who live inside your lappytop are kind, generous, and generally supportive. (There are some mouth-breathers you need to keep up your guard around, but they can be easily cast off as losers or deginerates or republ… asshats. We’re avoiding those douchebags for the sake of today’s lesson.)
Some of those places around the onlines are sites called “blogs.” You’re actually viewing one RIGHT NOW. More specifically, this here is called a “blog post.”
Blog posts can be about anything from political rantings to happy endings to amazing photos to dancing cat videos to the story of when you lost your virginity then ended up on 16 & Pregnant.
Or if you’re a regular reader of this particular blog, you’ll know you’re likely to find pretty much anything and nothing all in the same day.
Tis the beauty of a blog.
We bloggers love what we do even if the outside world doesn’t really get the concept. And that’s OK. I’m here to help bloggers and non-bloggers alike. I’m a giver like that.
I’m not just talking to those of you who don’t know how to blog or know what a blog is. You are all here in this fire circle jerk to learn about the “Tip Jar” (for lack of a better term) of blogging.
The “Tip Jar” of blogs are usually comments left at the end of a blog post. Lately, more bloggers have added a Facebook “Like” button to their posts in addition to comments.
Comment forms and “Like” buttons are there for a reason. Just like the “Tip Jar” on the Starbucks counter or the open saxophone case on the sidewalk, the comment form and/or “Like” button is there to keep the worker (blogger) satisfied with his/her/shim’s job.
A pat on the back. A “Way to Go!” note. A couple extra coins for the piggy bank.
Encouragement to keep on keepin’ on.
We bloggers LOVE that you stopped into our home on the internet. We set out the WELCOME! mat for you to enter our domain.
And as you leave, please be kind to leave a crumb of recognition that You Were Here. A simple comment, a click of the “Like,” a sharing with your Twitter friends. It’s the right thing to do, and the tasty way to do it.
It’s how we earn our self respect.
So kids, as I pass around the marshmallows and eye-poking rusted straightened wire hangers, remember: your blog author loves you.
Please love them back.
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Thanks to my very good, very beautiful friend, Mishi, for the photo.
And that ^, my friends, is giving credit where credit is due.
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*plink*
Now do Freebird
it’s like you’re in my head.
there’s lots of room in there, so kick back and have a margarita.
I was here and I fucking liked it. Twice.
it was good for me, too.
I wanna have a kid just so I can make her do that. ; )
I wanna have a kid just so I can make her do that. ; )
it was good for me, too.
I was here! Love your blog!
WTF is up with my avatar?! lmfao!
Oops!!! GRAVATAR!! OK, I’m done now.
you don’t like Lil Wayne? he’s here in case you don’t have one or if it’s not working.
he’s like a little gnome of awesome.
Hahahaaha do! It’s just a weird pic
too funny though!
You know I like it like that. (And swearing to myself to start commenting BACK on my blog so ppl know I’m listening for chrissakes…)
dude. i had the plugin where it would email automatically when i replied, but it doesn’t work with the latest wordpress version. the only way to have emails sent automatically is to have disqus, which i’m not a fan of, but at least you’ll know when i’m talking to you.
That’s not true. I use Wordpress Thread Comment and it emails everyone to whom I reply. You don’t need Disqus at all.
dude. it IS true. i did extensive research. i had that plugin, and it doesn’t work with Wordpress 3.0.1.
or, you’re just a magical fairy and it just works for you.
You just have to reply through the blog post, not through the dashboard.
Ditto. The plugin is borked with Thesis 1.7, which they’re apparently looking into. I just use the wordpress threaded under discussion…
see that Adam. you’re not a magical fairy. and yes, i was commenting in the actual post, and it wasn’t being email. so, NEENER.
also, what’s this “wordpress threaded under discussion” deal, Miss Designer?
It must be something to do with your theme, not with the version of Wordpress. And Sam, if you use that threaded option, it doesn’t email you replies at all.
so the lesson we’ve learned here is that the only way for my combination of Wordpress version and Thesis version to email comment replies automatically is to have disqus (for the time being).
WHICH IS WHAT I ALREADY SAID.
it’s very frustrating being your friend, Princess Fairy Adam.
Yes, but you said it out of ignorance, and now you know the truth, and knowing is half the battle.
you, sir, are impossible.
Love this! I have like more unique users to my blog each day than I ever thought I’d have. And yet… no comments and few likes. It’s though people don’t know what they’re there for. So thanks for this. It’s simple blog etiquette.
HM
we need to tell the world we needs our validation!
we need to tell the world we needs our validation!
Love it! I HATE that nobody comments on my posts. I know they read. Then they comment to me on my Facebook wall. *rolls eyes* Ugh. Can I link to this post?
here’s a tip: linking to blog posts is ALWAYS ok.
I’ll give you a tip. And a shaft.
just keep your wrinkly balls to yourself.
just keep your wrinkly balls to yourself.
HAHAHAHA, also? BAD ADAM. Haven’t you learned to keep your dick to yourself? Do I need to start talking about poo again?
I love how you left ME a tip on your blog!
i love you for loving me.
*whiddling my soap shiv for the invasion*
wouldn’t a soap shiv get like, all melty and really just dissolve upon contact with bodily fluids?
i’m not a violent person. i don’t think of these things.
wait. what does that say about you?
That I will always have a solid alibi.
i love you for loving me.
*whiddling my soap shiv for the invasion*
I always like your blog. I am thrilled to have the honor of patting you on the back whenever you need it. . Feel better now?
thank you. thank you very much.
*said in my best/worst elvis voice*
thank you. thank you very much.
*said in my best/worst elvis voice*
Kilroy…uh, Major Bedhead was here.
Although why I have that gravatar is beyone me….
was it Lil Wayne? it may have changed, but if it’s Lil Wayne, he’s my pocket pal.
was it Lil Wayne? it may have changed, but if it’s Lil Wayne, he’s my pocket pal.
I’m with Jana – people leave comments on my FB instead of my blog. What’s up with that? P.S. I’m a frequent lurker / no-comment-leaver (sorry!).
as long as someone loves on me, i don’t care where they’re rubbing.
as long as someone loves on me, i don’t care where they’re rubbing.
I was here. I read, I comment and for some reason, now I want a cookie.
Ooo.. Halloween candy……….
i have Reece’s.
i have Reece’s.
Can you please condense this down into like 1 or 2 sentences I can put at the bottom of every post I write? Thanks!
lemme work on that.
lemme work on that.
I would always ask for you by name… here’s your tip.
love that.
Hope your tip jar is down with Canadian currency.
Not really feeling myself today. I don’t even look the same – odd.
i do enjoy canadian money, but if you could pay in Tim Horton’s, that’d be better.
you’re looking a little gangsta to me.
Fresh cup of Timmie’s Java coming your way hommie.
Word to you AND your mutha.
OMG!!! I love that I am Lil Wayne!!!! I would comment on EVERY BLOG EVERYWHERE if my words would show up as Lil Wayne’s.
RIGHT?
Awww, dangit. I’m not Lil Wayne anymore. Now I’m just my own stupid logo. Boo, hiss. Hee, hee.
RIGHT?
I like it when you write words. Keep doing that like, forever. xoxo
i like when you paint pictures. keep doing that, pleases.
Commenting as directed, SIR! *salutes*
it’s not a demand; it’s a vote of confidence.
Can we smoosh?
you never have to ask.
Can we smoosh?
Oh hi there! I read you through my feedreader. That’s like getting take-out instead of eating at the restaurant. So, no need for tipping.
Plus as you can tell, most of the time I have nothing smart to say.
Oh hi there! I read you through my feedreader. That’s like getting take-out instead of eating at the restaurant. So, no need for tipping.
Plus as you can tell, most of the time I have nothing smart to say.
(Now with actual picture)
“take-out” is the PERFECT description of a feedreader.
Oh hi there! I read you through my feedreader. That’s like getting take-out instead of eating at the restaurant. So, no need for tipping.
Plus as you can tell, most of the time I have nothing smart to say.
This is most excellent.
you’re most excellent, except for that nasty gator in your gravatar.
Ha. So which are you, a seminole? hurricane? knight? Sadly there hasn’t been much to be proud of regarding the gators this year.
Just following orders, ma’am.
you and Chibi think i’m ordering you to comment. can you people even read?
cheesus.
also, you’re awesome.
Your words hit home with me. I know I’m terrible. I often read & don’t comment. I’m gonna work on that. Thank you!
you’re not terrible; you (like me) just need a friendly reminder.
Oh you fancy, huh ?
Re my above comment : it’s just too darn early for me to think of anything other than the song that was in my brain. (and now see there I’ve left two comments. Go me!)
word to your moms.
I was here, but now I’m gone…
Left my name to carry on.
Those who know me, know me well;
Those who don’t can go to hell.
xo
Karen
i saw where you wrote that on my bathroom wall.
you telling me how to use this here internets thingy?
fine. so i am a damn sheep.
baaaaa
you’re a fine looking sheep.
and again, you don’t need to register to comment. you went through all of that trouble for nothing, sucka.
I read even though I don’t always tip. And since virtual money is all I have these days, here’s a $100 to make up for not tipping.
*tosses in $100 bill*
awesome.
Placing my two cents into the tip jar. Love this post. I need to remember to comment more often.
as do i.
It’s so frustrating when people talk to me about things I wrote on my blog but no one leaves a comment on the actual blog. WTF? Maybe I need to stop talking to people in person. LOL
Anyways, this post rocks like Axl Rose on a mad bender (that’s a good thing, BTW).
Ok, that first part was supposed to read “nods head in agreement while reading.” Man, it’s hard enough not being dyslexic without Disqus contributing. Or maybe Disqus is just channeling Yoda…
disqus is a bitch, and an unfortunate evil to get my comment replies emailed automatically.
You are awesome.
i know you are, but what am i?
Hi! I love your blog. And read it every day. And I would not like you to sing a song. DANCE MONKEY DANCE!!
i only dance in your dreams.
and a weddings.
was here. i suck at commenting.
confession: I do, too, sometimes.
Comments make the blog world go ’round…
that is FO SHO.
I’m guilty of being a horrible tipper. I’m working on becoming a big tipper.
You are teh awesomesauce.
better than being a horrible stripper.
Agreed. I don’t get many comments. Sad face.
you gotsta put yourself out on the interwebs more.
I’m still amazed when I get comments that aren’t from my BFF or DH – it’s so nice to know there are people out there who like what you have to say. And just for the record… I LOVE what you have to say!
we all gotta help each other. i need to be better at it, too.
Love your blog.
Love comments.
I’m gonna be better at spreading the love around the interwebz.
ditto here with spreading the love.
Amen sistah! I knew that pic looked familiar
LOVE Mishi
<3 you
love you hard.
I generally tip 20% for good service. You deserve that. Is that adequate?
i’ll take whatever you got.
I’m not getting many comments anymore either.
Still here
i think people just need a reminder. people like me, for instance.
I was here! You’re awesome! And also, I’m glad this post wasn’t about donating money. Not that I don’t think bloggers deserve money, or that I don’t want to give YOU money. But because I think it’s kind of a slippery slope and always feel conflicted when confronted with a “donate” button. Anyway, my point is, this comment is worth $50,000. In theory.
i’ll take a donation.
I love this post. I do. In a lot of ways, I’m with you. I get hardly any comments these days.
Truly though? My problem is that there are just too many people I adore. I get over whelmed and then I go play angry birds instead of commenting on anything. I hate it, but that’s my truth. That there is only so many freaking minutes in the day. Then I think, I can’t expect comments, since I don’t comment like I want too. It’s a viscous cycle.
I always read though.
i totally feel ya. i forget all the time, but i almost always “Facebook like” posts. i need to do better, too.
Amen, lady!
did i heal you?
I love this post. I miss the comment.
Um, that’s not my picture?
if you’re not logged into disqus, the avatar default is Lil Wayne (my doing).
also, disqus is a bastard, but it’s the only way to have comment replies emailed automatically to you with my combination of Wordpress and Thesis.
Great post – but I’m guilty of not commenting enough myself. I read stuff quickly in my reader or whatever and don’t make the effort. And then I pout when I don’t get comments. Sad.
we need to pat each other on the backs. *pat*pat*pat*
Oy, Im one of your offenders. You can smack my hands, there is a world of blogs I only just discovered (apparently Ive been living under a rock) and have bad blog-iquette! I shan’t no more
).
Really though … I replied mostly because I want to be Lil Wayne, if only for a moment.
no need for punishments, Lil Wayne.
unless you’re into that sort of thing.
Are there marshmallows around this here fire? Because if not I”m totally out!!
XOXO
MASSIVE marshmallows.
I was here.
me too.
What, blog tipping isn’t like in restaurants? 10% bare minimum; 20% if it was good service or she has a nice rack? I’ve been commenting wrong, all this time. Now can you please bring me a diet coke?
you’ve got a pretty mouth, so i’ll tip you.
<3
Word!
Up!
I’m just telling you that I was here.
Because I was.
YOU’RE WELCOME ANGIE.
thankyouverymuch
Very well said!
danka
I read this post yesterday & was going to return to comment but I forgot = BAD
But then I read today’s post, came back here & commented = GOOD
always good!
Better late than never! I’m here. I will always be here and I’ll try to comment more
not just here, but everywhere!
I love you, your blog, your tweets, and your awesomeness!
I’ve also finally added you to my blogroll on my own blog. Whoot!
whoooot is right!
I love your blog and read it all the time. But leaving comments is SO HARD for me. I feel like I never have anything good to say and everyone else is wittier and better…I’ll try harder…’cuz you’re worth it!
not just on MY blog; ALL blogs you read, please
alisha wuz here. ay+cb=bff. ay luvs ms and awholelotofnothing
I love saying what I think about things (usually good, sometimes bad) but I have trouble commenting on blogs sometimes because I don’t like giving out my real email address. Most of the time I can just slam some gibberish into the required fields and be on my way but I feel kind of bad about lying, so I only do it when I will totally die if I don’t say anything.
I love saying what I think about things (usually good, sometimes bad) but I have trouble commenting on blogs sometimes because I don’t like giving out my real email address. Most of the time I can just slam some gibberish into the required fields and be on my way but I feel kind of bad about lying, so I only do it when I will totally die if I don’t say anything.
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