Before I make that sound like I’m insulting anyone, I’m not. And I worry about that, since, sometimes I am aware that my adjectives and adverbs with regards to the “locals” around here has that slight tinge of . . . um, condescension to it.
My traffic has been extraordinary here the last few days. I also am not fooling myself into thinking it’s entirely based on the literary merit, intellectual subtleties, and cutie-pie Dennis Miller tirades here–although, for many of you that is part of it. But another part has been topic-specific traffic regarding the extremely-local, Redding Rodeo-centric loot-finding caper that goes on every year. Since that has been shuttered now, I will most likely regress a bit to the mean.
But, I am also aware from anecdotal situations, that the multi-step requirements for commenting has put off a number of people who, like me, simply wind up not commenting because I simply, and justifiably–get sick and tired of having to fill out fields to get to a purpose. You know, like the time-sharing presentation I had to endure in 1996 for nearly two hours before I was led to some alleyway in Honolulu get my free Don Ho tickets.
I met Don, and got a free, signed cassette tape from him. So it was worth it.
The thing is, I WANT input here. I want to know what you’re thinking, or what suggestions you might have. The only thing about the anonymity factor I don’t like is this: if you are a rabid, bile-inducing troll, go ahead and give it your best shot. But you won’t be back, and chances are, your first post will never see the light of day. And trust me, a respectful disagreement with me about something will not be blocked. That’s not how I roll. So far, no one has tried to be like that anyways, so . . . as the Apostle Paul said in paraphrase, “I expect greater things anyway.”
If you’re a first-time commenter, that comment comes to me for approval. If I approve your first one, you should have no problem commenting with impunity after that, unless you’re Fletch,and have to use a different moniker every time you show up.
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Clarification about my “lower standards”
My traffic has been extraordinary here the last few days. I also am not fooling myself into thinking it’s entirely based on the literary merit, intellectual subtleties, and cutie-pie Dennis Miller tirades here–although, for many of you that is part of it. But another part has been topic-specific traffic regarding the extremely-local, Redding Rodeo-centric loot-finding caper that goes on every year. Since that has been shuttered now, I will most likely regress a bit to the mean.
But, I am also aware from anecdotal situations, that the multi-step requirements for commenting has put off a number of people who, like me, simply wind up not commenting because I simply, and justifiably–get sick and tired of having to fill out fields to get to a purpose. You know, like the time-sharing presentation I had to endure in 1996 for nearly two hours before I was led to some alleyway in Honolulu get my free Don Ho tickets.
I met Don, and got a free, signed cassette tape from him. So it was worth it.
The thing is, I WANT input here. I want to know what you’re thinking, or what suggestions you might have. The only thing about the anonymity factor I don’t like is this: if you are a rabid, bile-inducing troll, go ahead and give it your best shot. But you won’t be back, and chances are, your first post will never see the light of day. And trust me, a respectful disagreement with me about something will not be blocked. That’s not how I roll. So far, no one has tried to be like that anyways, so . . . as the Apostle Paul said in paraphrase, “I expect greater things anyway.”
If you’re a first-time commenter, that comment comes to me for approval. If I approve your first one, you should have no problem commenting with impunity after that, unless you’re Fletch,and have to use a different moniker every time you show up.
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