My readers are so funny and interesting, they deserve a post of their own.
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Here is a sample of comments from just one post, I Don’t Like My New Desk Any More.
You may recall that what I thought was my plaited long hair was, in fact, a spider who jumped out on me – or, more accurately, jumped out off me, from my chin to my laptop.
Here is what you had to say about that:
We’ll start with Viv, who was pragmatic:
But think of all the dirty flies it has protected you from. I’d rather see a spider any day than a picture of hair loss!
If that last bit seems bizarre, I remind you that I showed a picture of balding Roger, rather than a hairy arachnid.
Then we’ll turn to the abusive:
mad cow disease (Photo credit: Garrette)
Pseu called me a ‘wimp’ (correct), Viveka called me ‘mad as a cow’ (probably correct) and Miss Whiplash called me a ‘twerp’ (definitely correct), asserting that it was
…only Mummy spider going out to find breakfast for her own little ”Spud’ and ‘Tory Boy’….I am sure that she was just as frightened as you were…
Many of you offered supportive comments along the lines of, ‘can I join you, standing on that chair?’ Ron, the lucky man,
considered moving to the North Pole to escape the little buggers. Instead, my doctor injected me with a special serum, and my fear disappeared overnight. Cool, eh?
Definitely cool! Unless Ron was telling me a little pork pie…?
Faydanamyjake implored me to
be brave it only has 6 legs more than you
But Wee Scoops made the very reasonable point that there is
nothing scarier than an eight foot spider
Sharechair pretended to ‘understand completely’ but disproved that by the cruellest comment of the day:
I seem to remember hearing once that where ever you are, there is a spider within 5 feet. So… may as well sit at the desk.
Al made the inevitable but still amusing point that
World-wide-web illustration (Photo credit: HikingArtist.com)
it’s just looking for the World Wide Web.
Slpmartin delighted me with a poem:
Now this may sound silly
But Little Miss Tilly
Sitting and Writing
With her Morning Tea
Suddenly said ‘No Way!”
For Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Tilly away.
Julie freaked me out more than I already was by threatening
skinks…in the ceiling!
I don’t know what a skink is and I don’t want to know. And that promised visit to Australia the minute I win the lottery is off.
Mairedubhtx suggested that
The spider is probably long gone and is now living in your kitchen.
I have to clean the kitchen first, to disturb it; so I reckon I’m safe.
Lanceleuven made my day:
Perhaps he’s just a massive Laughing Housewife fan and wanted a sneak preview of your next post! (If that is true he’s gonna be so psyched when he finds out it’s about him!)
Rorybore asserted that
I married my hubby because he kills spiders for me. true story.
I replied,
I married mine because he won’t kill spiders.
Not a true story – if I’d known that beforehand, I might have called it off
Now that I think about it, there’s no ‘might have’ about it.
Katherine Trauger is another pragmatist:
coffee break (Photo credit: 3EyePanda)
Switch to coffee. Spiders hate coffee breath.
And so is Robin Coyle (who seems strangely eager to see me go):
Nice knowing you…Goodbye, sweet friend and her pet spider.
Aquatom wanted to know
Tilly, did you notice if the spider’s hair was plaited?
And Adinparadise suggested I
Plait its legs next time it appears, then it can’t get away
Grannymar showed me a photo of the spider who shared a bed with her (thanks for that, Grannymar. Not). She reminded me of this story:
On my first night visiting [my brother] in Durban, he told me about the time he woke up to find a scorpion tickling his chest. I think it got entangled in the hair.
Threewellbeings was kind enough to do some research on my behalf:
I have looked into what you could bring into your home to get rid of the spider! I’m fairly sure you won’t want the wasps or scorpions, and birds could present other problems with your long hair. I suggest a lizard and I think you already have a cat? The best answer, though, was “varying kinds of humans.” That answer seemed a little odd, but after thinking about it, if we eliminate you from the list, I think that leaves three males who should come to your rescue! I’d hate to see you separated from your new desk!
My favourite comment of the day, however, came from BlueBee, who begged me to
Be brave, for our sake.
And so I am. Still here, at my desk, pretending there’s no hidden spider and blogging my little heart out because I can’t wait to read your comments.
“Blogging: Never Before Have So Many People With So Little To Say Said So Much To So Few” via despair.com (Photo credit: dullhunk)
I bet not one of you is like me, and has better comments than the posts which inspire them. Do yourself a favour next time you visit here, and read the comments; they’re usually more amusing than the posts. And then read the commenters’ blogs; you’ll enjoy them, I promise.
Thank you for putting me out of a job. I can’t stop laughing about it.
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4 FebMy readers are so funny and interesting, they deserve a post of their own.
Blogging Heroes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Here is a sample of comments from just one post, I Don’t Like My New Desk Any More.
You may recall that what I thought was my plaited long hair was, in fact, a spider who jumped out on me – or, more accurately, jumped out off me, from my chin to my laptop.
Here is what you had to say about that:
We’ll start with Viv, who was pragmatic:
But think of all the dirty flies it has protected you from. I’d rather see a spider any day than a picture of hair loss!
If that last bit seems bizarre, I remind you that I showed a picture of balding Roger, rather than a hairy arachnid.
Then we’ll turn to the abusive:
mad cow disease (Photo credit: Garrette)
Pseu called me a ‘wimp’ (correct), Viveka called me ‘mad as a cow’ (probably correct) and Miss Whiplash called me a ‘twerp’ (definitely correct), asserting that it was
…only Mummy spider going out to find breakfast for her own little ”Spud’ and ‘Tory Boy’….I am sure that she was just as frightened as you were…
Many of you offered supportive comments along the lines of, ‘can I join you, standing on that chair?’ Ron, the lucky man,
considered moving to the North Pole to escape the little buggers. Instead, my doctor injected me with a special serum, and my fear disappeared overnight. Cool, eh?
Definitely cool! Unless Ron was telling me a little pork pie…?
Faydanamyjake implored me to
be brave it only has 6 legs more than you
But Wee Scoops made the very reasonable point that there is
nothing scarier than an eight foot spider
Sharechair pretended to ‘understand completely’ but disproved that by the cruellest comment of the day:
I seem to remember hearing once that where ever you are, there is a spider within 5 feet. So… may as well sit at the desk.
Al made the inevitable but still amusing point that
World-wide-web illustration (Photo credit: HikingArtist.com)
it’s just looking for the World Wide Web.
Slpmartin delighted me with a poem:
Now this may sound silly
But Little Miss Tilly
Sitting and Writing
With her Morning Tea
Suddenly said ‘No Way!”
For Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Tilly away.
Julie freaked me out more than I already was by threatening
skinks…in the ceiling!
I don’t know what a skink is and I don’t want to know. And that promised visit to Australia the minute I win the lottery is off.
Mairedubhtx suggested that
The spider is probably long gone and is now living in your kitchen.
I have to clean the kitchen first, to disturb it; so I reckon I’m safe.
Lanceleuven made my day:
Perhaps he’s just a massive Laughing Housewife fan and wanted a sneak preview of your next post! (If that is true he’s gonna be so psyched when he finds out it’s about him!)
Rorybore asserted that
I married my hubby because he kills spiders for me. true story.
I replied,
I married mine because he won’t kill spiders.
Not a true story – if I’d known that beforehand, I might have called it off
Now that I think about it, there’s no ‘might have’ about it.
Katherine Trauger is another pragmatist:
coffee break (Photo credit: 3EyePanda)
Switch to coffee. Spiders hate coffee breath.
And so is Robin Coyle (who seems strangely eager to see me go):
Nice knowing you…Goodbye, sweet friend and her pet spider.
Aquatom wanted to know
Tilly, did you notice if the spider’s hair was plaited?
And Adinparadise suggested I
Plait its legs next time it appears, then it can’t get away
Grannymar showed me a photo of the spider who shared a bed with her (thanks for that, Grannymar. Not). She reminded me of this story:
On my first night visiting [my brother] in Durban, he told me about the time he woke up to find a scorpion tickling his chest. I think it got entangled in the hair.
Threewellbeings was kind enough to do some research on my behalf:
I have looked into what you could bring into your home to get rid of the spider! I’m fairly sure you won’t want the wasps or scorpions, and birds could present other problems with your long hair. I suggest a lizard and I think you already have a cat? The best answer, though, was “varying kinds of humans.” That answer seemed a little odd, but after thinking about it, if we eliminate you from the list, I think that leaves three males who should come to your rescue! I’d hate to see you separated from your new desk!
My favourite comment of the day, however, came from BlueBee, who begged me to
Be brave, for our sake.
And so I am. Still here, at my desk, pretending there’s no hidden spider and blogging my little heart out because I can’t wait to read your comments.
“Blogging: Never Before Have So Many People With So Little To Say Said So Much To So Few” via despair.com (Photo credit: dullhunk)
I bet not one of you is like me, and has better comments than the posts which inspire them. Do yourself a favour next time you visit here, and read the comments; they’re usually more amusing than the posts. And then read the commenters’ blogs; you’ll enjoy them, I promise.
Thank you for putting me out of a job. I can’t stop laughing about it.
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