Summer is upon us and I live on the shores of Lake Ontario. I’ve reluctantly come in from my Tropicana oil tanning and bun jiggling beach volleyball with young men in the 24-29 age range to discover that WordPress has gone all contemporary on me and changed the dashboard set up, etc. Fair enough. Last time I posted was June 17, which in blogging years might as well be a lifetime ago. That’s what I get for staying away for so long.
I’m back because I popped in to look at stats while eating ice cream out of the bucket, which I can do only because the kids are away at the cottage. Shit, I thought mid-spoonful, I’ve got to get it together and put something out there for our… seven hundred and thirty-three followers.
733?
Where the hell did all of these people come from and how come only 11 likes and 12 comments appeared on the last Cougar Den labour-of-love post? What subject do we need to tackle to entice the other 721 to ring in?
Is there a secret binary code that I can d1sgu1se 1n the b0dy 0f a p0st that w1ll be g00d en0ugh t0 make all 0f the b0ts l1ke us? Is bot love as encouraging as real follower love? Some of the bot comments contain magic words such as “I love what you did with that subject” and “Please contact me to discuss more about your success.” Some days, when I need it, it speaks to me. Usually it just takes a moment to figure out how pathetic that is and I permanently delete the trash. Really.
As I sink into summer, erratic scheduling (wait, if I don’t have to get up at 6:30am every weekday to make school lunches what the hell is time and life all about?) and junk food (but sooo good), I’m clearly going to have to jot down some doozy ideas and get the blogging juices flowing. Helen won’t be far behind. Fear not humans and bots, the cougs are back.
Welcome back.
Aha, you’ve changed your gravatar in my absence too! Thank goodness I’m back before I miss any more events!! Thanks, 1. Wait, 1jaded1, that’s bot-speak isn’t it?
No, 100% human…and 99% jaded thanks to some wonderful friends. I look forward to reading your blog.
I have 2000 followers, but 1999 of them are bots. I love the bots.
So, I’m either your one esteemed follower or you think I’m a bot. I ask you, do bots have body piercing?
Super cool bots do.
Christopher, you made a bot smile today.
Yay!
Glad you stopped back. I want that piercing n the waist that goes with it. Let me know when my order comes in.
Well, hey there. Welcome back. The sploggers are so dispiriting. “Yay, a new follower… oh.”
I try to embrace the robo love. But yeah, 80% fake followers takes a bit of a toll on a blogger!
Do the bots comment? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting one yet! I know some of my followers are non human entities, but they comment too?
This bodes well if it is not bots telling me how wonderful my posts are (in really odd, scripted language). Perhaps I should reevaluate my appeal…
I have missed both of your posts lately…since you two have been so quiet. I especially miss the Friday Fictioneers! Hoping one will be out this Friday. I can hope, right? 😉
I hope to post before heading deep into cottage country tomorrow…. Thanks, Shirley!
Did you have that many followers then?
Pre-bikini?
*sighs* When you had your love fest thingy on Valentine’s Day.
Hahahaha! Sorry. I’m used to cougar related questions and attention. 😉 The “like-in” had us at just under 100 followers. Like-in 2014 is gonna be huge!! Bots and humans everywhere! I’m wearing my bikini. I’ll save you a spot on the big, woven cougar den blanket.
Woohoo!
I just want to know how you’re lucky enough to be able to eat ice cream AND wear a bikini???
Virtual world prerogative. Wink wink.
I wear a bikini in the pool in my backyard. I figure if the neighbors don’t like it, they don’t have to look! lol
I bet they look and I bet they like it! Go fat bottom girl!!
My motto is, “Tan fat is better than white fat!” lol
Just got the memo about the summer blogging juices. I was so busy working on my tan and juggling the pool boys, I forgot about the blog. Whoops!
Helen, had you been working on the pool boys and juggling the tan I could almost forgive you…