This BLOGGER is driving me crazy!
Say that with all the different inflections, like Kramer practicing for his line in the Woody Allen movie that was filming on his street: "These pretzels are making me thirsty!"
And, like in the Cigar Store...Person episode, I will dance around using a certain word.
BLOGGER thinks I am a...not-real commenter. One who leaves messages to sell products that may not be a good investment, or to solicit funds for my own personal gain by tricking others.
I assure you, I do not have one of those not-real-commenter bones in my body. To think, I have been conscientiously perusing my daily-read blogs, and leaving thoughtful, if lame, comments, only to have them go to the not-real-comment folder! Where's the fun in that?
I have an old blog buddy who ends up in my not-real-commenter file. Six years we go back, yet still BLOGGER sends her into limbo. I can always rescue her, because I use comment moderation. Before that, I was missing comments on older posts, because I didn't go back and check them every day. Now I get them in a pretty little list, by post, as well as email notification. So when I see her in email, I go back and mark her as NOT a not-real-commenter in the dashboard/comment/not-real-commenter section. Sometimes it works for the next time. Sometimes it doesn't.
Now, for reading through this, I would like to announce that you have all been awarded...NO! I'm not one of those not-real-commenters. What was I thinking? I am not awarding you anything. Nor am I allowing you to be my trustee, make investments for me, bail me out of jail, or wire me moolah to replace what was stolen from me in another country.
You just read it for free. The horror!
8 comments:
Hmm...I wonder if I should check that file. You never know who I'll find in there! Thanks for the head's up.
For some reason the comments you leave on my blog arrive in my e-mail box but don't appear on my blog. I know you are a real person and not a spambot so I need to check my file to try and figure it out.
Donna
Leaving comments is sometimes a difficult thing. I always jump through the required hoops, but sometimes my always-clever comments (ha) go spinning off into the blogosphere.
What? No games tonight? No backroads adventures?
Sigh.
Lisa,
I'm like the invisible commenter. I might have to settle for Anonymous if I can't get things adjusted.
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Donna,
"I'm working on it from this end," says Val, with the manner of an elephant pooper-scooper in a circus parade.
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Sioux,
I enjoy your comments, even when you are offering to 'deliver' a prize book to me in an effort to snag it for yourself. Because I know that you would actually deliver it, after reading it first. Wouldn't you?
I can't regale my readership with the bone-tingling excitement of parlor games and life in Backroads every day. They might become desensitized. Or need physical therapy for the excess tingling.
This is why I don't have comment moderation on. I don't get many spammers. Or readers.
MommyNeeds,
You'd think a blog with Xanax in the title could garner more spam. ;)
Maybe that's why it sends me into the not-real-commenter file. (I think you mentioned me being in the limbo file before.)
MommyNeeds,
Now you are showing up in the comments, but when I publish you, it goes to my gmail 5PAM box. Oh, and I also sent myself to 5PAM by replying to you. I am the Rodney Dangerfield of bloggers. I don't get no respect. MY OWN BLOG SENT ME TO 5PAM!
I think I got you out of limbo by unmarking you as 5PAM seven or eight times. The BLOGGER filter is a slow learner.
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