Mildly NSFW, language.
An apology follows in a few seconds. Of course, that depends on how fast you read.
Today’s rambling is not about dogs. Not about a dog. Clutch and Espie don’t chat over some socioscape that defies human and even Clutch’s understanding. Today’s ramble isn’t an anecdote relating neighborhood ne’er1 scooping2 doggie walkers or a bit of fiction about the misadventures of a neighbor’s woefully misguided fancy that he’s expert in all things canine.3
The classic Bait and Switch.
The picture4 above made you expect something “doggie,” and therefore unavoidably cute despite accompanying narrative. Nope. Something melancholy, conjuring-up memories of Ol’ Blue or Snuffy who years ago accompanied you through youthful daily adventures in western Utah? Nope. Tales of Rin Tin Fluffy saving the family from sudden inundation caused by glomal warning? Nope.
The goal was that you’d come into my house to read this post. Ha! Here you are.
If you’re upset, please accept my apology. Important research continues.
Discoveries and directions
Have you noticed there are some simply delightful blogs here? I mean on WordPress. Written by top-flight poets, essayists, cucina gurus, and critical reviewers. When those I follow make me laugh, make me think, or on occasion make me do that inane “Aw, that’s so precious” thing I find troublingly (pardon me) trite, I like to let them know they’ve done a tremendous thing. If I can manage, to explain why I feel that way.
Writers like to hear from readers.5 Feedback is a tool for improvement. When commenting, I do my best to be engaging. Sometimes, a dialogue ensues. Good stuff.
Oh, sure, I’ll ‘like’ a post sometimes without comment. When I comment, though, you can bet your bippy,6 the author has entertained me. What surprises me is that in many cases I receive more likes on my comments to other writers’ posts than I do on my own posts. Now there’s a revelation.
Comments and to a lesser degree, likes, are a give-take thing. You don’t understand the depth of that, I’m not going to explain. It’s clearly either not something you need be concerned with – or understanding, you wouldn’t give a flying rat’s ass anyway.
Might just try the classic “upsell.” Which is not technically “bait-and-switch.” The helpful sales rep will gladly ring-up the advertised product. But my! Wouldn’t it make sense to glom7 onto the deluxe model? Especially since today, and today only, it’s at no premium over the basic model? Well, of course, you are required to agree to a slightly more costly warranty plan.
1 Ne’er ?? A contraction for never? Howizzat? Ne’er is, from where I’m standing, the same size as never. Oh, I see, it’s a poemist’s word for “ain’t gonna happen” using one syllable instead of two. In which case, ne’er is a contraction. [Mental note: quiz well-known Poemetic WordPresser on proper use.]
2 …ne’er scooping doggie walkers. Refers to “see no evil” practitioners who without fail manage to watch Skylab’s overflight precisely when Gonzo drops a little present on manicured green belonging to someone other than ‘master.’ Tree/forest thing, one supposes.
3 See “Whiskers” in “Conversations.” Not gonna give you a link. Wouldn’t dream of insulting you so.
4 Stella hails from Georgia, just off the banks of the Ocmulgee River. Understandably, she’s an Allman Brothers aficionado.
5 It’s possible that’s not true, but I don’t believe I’m so much different from professionals that I’ve missed the mark.
6 Bippy. From Rowan and Martin’s “Laugh In” of the late 60’s to early 70’s. It’s a euphemism for posterior, sitter, sitdown, fanny, or butt, but (no pun) generally accepted not meaning any polite reference, suggesting a coarser word like “ass.” Real life, folks.
7 Glom: Seize. Capture. Grab. Used here suggesting someone greedily wrapping their grubby little mitts around more than what they paid for.