Monday, April 18, 2005
People, Let Me Tell You 'Bout My Best Friend
It's about time to dip into the virtual mailbag and answer a question or two...
Blian,
Do you gauge your daily (and total) blog-success by the number of comments? If so, what are the ratings? Is 1 worse than zero, is 8 cause for an all night "scone celebration"? Does this comment count as such if it is comprised entirely of questions?
Boner C. Boner
Dear BCB,
I'll take those inquiries one at a time:
Do you gauge your daily (and total) blog-success by the number of comments? If so, what are the ratings? It is reasonably accurate to say that I judge the success of my blog based on the number of comments. If there are no comments, it would lead me to believe that nobody is very interested in the topic being discussed that day. On the flip side, there are days -- not unlike 4/14/05 -- where there are 8 comments but most of them are completely random, like the one where someone posing as Laura Zavagnin is trash-talking Kristen Young and her SAT scores. As for the ratings, there's nothing official.
Is 1 worse than zero, is 8 cause for an all night "scone celebration"? I would say that one is better than zero. Eight comments will not yield an all-night scone celebration, but I may spend up to 30 minutes congratulating myself ("Oh, Brian, you're so great...way to go!) as my co-workers send mock congratulatory bows in my direction.
Does this comment count as such if it is comprised entirely of questions? The jury is still out on that one.
On my way home from Londonderry last night, I went to a convenience store on Boston Ave to pick up some milk for my Cinnamon Toast Crunch. When I walked into the store, I heard a voice that was immediately familiar:
"You're my sister and this is our dad, okay?"
It was Best Friends. This is the guy that used to ride the 94 bus from Medford Square to Davis Square with Brendan, Irf, and me during our morning commutes. He's a fairly normal looking guy in his 30's or 40's who occasionaly makes up fictitious scenarios and proposes them to people. Best Friends is not to be confused with Best Friends from UNH, who is a woman that was in a Psych class with Jack and I in college. She had short gray hair with a long braid extending from the base of her neck down her back and wore a home-made sweatshirt that was embroidered with two kittens which read "Best Friends". I digress. Best Friends continued on:
"Hey guys look, it's our brother! He said to the Indian clerk and the young, blonde female patron waiting in line, while pointing at me. It was kind of hilarious to picture the four of us as a family. I wonder who the mom would be? Possibly an old Asian woman? I knew the drill, so I just waved, acknowledging the fact that I was indeed their brother.
"He's our Dad, and you're my sister and he's our brother, okay?" he said as a matter of fact to the girl. She shrugged her shoulders in moderate acceptance of this suggestion. I sort of miss running into those characters now and then on the 94. I wonder what the Muskateer is up to? What about the elusive Bizarro Haircut Guy, or the overly-relaxed old guy with his tongue sticking out and snot perilously close to his upper lip? He could really use a nickname. I'm just glad I got to see one of them, so as to jog my memory. It's been a long time, Best Friends -- too long. Until we meet again...
Liz Cate is running the Boston Marathon right now (assuming you're reading this before 3:00 pm or so). You can track her progress here. Just to make things interesting, let's see how she fares against 43 year-old Al Smith of San Antonio, Texas, Bib #7527.
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Blian,
Do you gauge your daily (and total) blog-success by the number of comments? If so, what are the ratings? Is 1 worse than zero, is 8 cause for an all night "scone celebration"? Does this comment count as such if it is comprised entirely of questions?
Boner C. Boner
Dear BCB,
I'll take those inquiries one at a time:
Do you gauge your daily (and total) blog-success by the number of comments? If so, what are the ratings? It is reasonably accurate to say that I judge the success of my blog based on the number of comments. If there are no comments, it would lead me to believe that nobody is very interested in the topic being discussed that day. On the flip side, there are days -- not unlike 4/14/05 -- where there are 8 comments but most of them are completely random, like the one where someone posing as Laura Zavagnin is trash-talking Kristen Young and her SAT scores. As for the ratings, there's nothing official.
Is 1 worse than zero, is 8 cause for an all night "scone celebration"? I would say that one is better than zero. Eight comments will not yield an all-night scone celebration, but I may spend up to 30 minutes congratulating myself ("Oh, Brian, you're so great...way to go!) as my co-workers send mock congratulatory bows in my direction.
Does this comment count as such if it is comprised entirely of questions? The jury is still out on that one.
On my way home from Londonderry last night, I went to a convenience store on Boston Ave to pick up some milk for my Cinnamon Toast Crunch. When I walked into the store, I heard a voice that was immediately familiar:
"You're my sister and this is our dad, okay?"
It was Best Friends. This is the guy that used to ride the 94 bus from Medford Square to Davis Square with Brendan, Irf, and me during our morning commutes. He's a fairly normal looking guy in his 30's or 40's who occasionaly makes up fictitious scenarios and proposes them to people. Best Friends is not to be confused with Best Friends from UNH, who is a woman that was in a Psych class with Jack and I in college. She had short gray hair with a long braid extending from the base of her neck down her back and wore a home-made sweatshirt that was embroidered with two kittens which read "Best Friends". I digress. Best Friends continued on:
"Hey guys look, it's our brother! He said to the Indian clerk and the young, blonde female patron waiting in line, while pointing at me. It was kind of hilarious to picture the four of us as a family. I wonder who the mom would be? Possibly an old Asian woman? I knew the drill, so I just waved, acknowledging the fact that I was indeed their brother.
"He's our Dad, and you're my sister and he's our brother, okay?" he said as a matter of fact to the girl. She shrugged her shoulders in moderate acceptance of this suggestion. I sort of miss running into those characters now and then on the 94. I wonder what the Muskateer is up to? What about the elusive Bizarro Haircut Guy, or the overly-relaxed old guy with his tongue sticking out and snot perilously close to his upper lip? He could really use a nickname. I'm just glad I got to see one of them, so as to jog my memory. It's been a long time, Best Friends -- too long. Until we meet again...
Liz Cate is running the Boston Marathon right now (assuming you're reading this before 3:00 pm or so). You can track her progress here. Just to make things interesting, let's see how she fares against 43 year-old Al Smith of San Antonio, Texas, Bib #7527.
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