HERE COMES A REGULAR

Excellent song by the way...

I understand that in the Blogosphere we seem to be celebrating the Second Annual DeLurking Week. I wrote DeLurking like that,( not so much out of ignorance, this being my first celebration of DeLurking week and all,) but because I think my way looks classy. Class is what it's all about, after all.

So I guess the rule is that you can't read my post today unless you comment, no matter who you are. Got that, Cher? (Just checking, did you know Cher reads Rude Cactus???). If you are a regular, I will expect no less than your usual witty, intelligent, heart-felt comments. If you are a first-time speaking mime, be sure to surprise me. If no one speaks up at all, I will cry. And like I haven't been doing enough of that lately...

Tell me what you like and don't about my site. Tell me your "quit smoking" stories. Tell me lies, tell me to take a hike. Just don't tell me how many freakin' songs you have on your iPod, I don't wanna hear it.

I will tell you this- I am SO impressed, yet again, that Paul Westerberg even had a song title for this post today. That dude totally rawks.

STHTTMML: Did I tell you my dream over the weekend was interrupted by a little blue box that popped up in the lower right-hand corner alerting me that a contact had just signed in? Swear to God. I woke up immediately. And laughed.

GSL: "I propose a toast to my self-control. See it crawling, helpless on the floor." from Cure for Pain by Morphine.