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There were two things that I became addicted to when I started writing this journal. One was the counter. The other was the number of comments. Or more accurately, the QUALITY of the comments.

After the counter self-molested itself any number of times, I just took it down. Since re-hab doesn't work the first time, I lost my mind and put up the counter one final time, like a drunk who thinks they can stop when they want to. Next time it farouked up, because it WILL, you know, I just took it down forever. And I don't miss it. Really, I don't. Hello, my name is Mrs. Linklater and I'm an addicted to the number of people who stop by my journal.

As for the comments, I have a great appreciation for funny people, since I considered myself funny at one time. Living alone I can't tell anymore. You don't get the same audience feedback. 

However I don't count people who think that telling joke after joke is amusing. They aren't funny to me. They just have a skill -- remembering somebody else's funniness.

The ones I admire are the ones with the ability to write the quick and funny quip. At my expense, usually.  If I need a laugh, I can come here and be razzed by some of the best. I rate the quality of my entries based not on how many comments I get, but on how hard I laughed at the insults, sardonic observations and flat out jabs -- all in fun of course, to clarify for those of you who lack humor skills.

There was a time when having large numbers of comments was important, although the most I ever got was when I was the Guest Editor and people were forced to come here. I think that number got up to thirty-eight, which is just an average day for a lot of people.

To get that many on a regular basis I know I would have to market myself by reading lots of really crap journals and leaving a smarmy comment with my link so they'll come visit. I gave that up when I began to get some people coming here that wrote like they smelled bad. No thank you.

I'll take quality over quantity anytime, even though that sounds like I'm rationalizing why I don't have a lot of comments. I have the ones I want. They read my journal and make me laugh. Thank you.

Meanwhile, I miss some of the wild and crazy people who used to stop by and don't anymore. For various reasons they've stopped writing or they may not be reading or maybe they're just lurking these days. 

But  I don't miss the people who never learned how to read for comprehension, although I've never claimed to be comprehensible. They find one phrase and chomp down on it like a bone. Only it turns out they grabbed a snake. Gotta look at all the words, dumbass.

By keeping my profile low after the blow up when everyone fled AOL, I don't have to deal with the EEEEEEEWWWWWW factor so much.  EWWWW, why is this person reading my journal? Please go away.

You begin to understand why celebrities have bodyguards. Not that I'm a celebrity. But complete strangers can come here and say strange things and not clean up after themselves.

Where am I going with this? Nowhere I'm thinking. Just wanted to write something after a long work week. I had to go to TWO meetings!!  And write emails. Sheesh.