Wicked Imp

Anyone who has a blog knows that getting comments is one of the things that makes keeping the blog worthwhile, because it makes it feel less like you just came up with a clever (uh, precious) title and posted some photos to your private diary, and more like you are actually in some pseudo-dialogue with people you like. For serious bloggers, this is how you actually get to know the people with whom you share your virtual community, and whatever in-kind attributes brought you together. For rank amateurs like myself, who have only readers that are already in their real-life social circle, it's just cool to hear from my friends. Cool! 

This introductory paragraph is not a shameless plea for comments (really), rather a way to differentiate my view of (dearly beloved) blog commenters from the whole other related, yet vastly different world of people who will comment on Anything and Everything they come across on the web. These people are the subject of a loving taxonomy in a recent article on Slate, Laughing Baby vs. the YouTube Commenters. It is a funny article, but only if you have ever whiled away the minutes (OK, hours) checking out what people have to say about the things they while away their hours on, online. 

I am not going anywhere with that last paragraph either, except that just two days after watching the cute Swedish baby busting his little baby gut (bling! dong!), I found myself filming a more local specimen who has unfortunately discovered that when she spits her food all over me, I make a funny face. Now I must train myself to give no reaction whatsoever to food spitting, because she is enjoying this game way too much. Anyway, here's our contribution to the genre. If I just get one "Better than Cats" comment, I'll be happy.