Spiders

Well now, it seems that one Deb Peterson, who writes a continuing education blog for About.com, decided to talk a bit about a few things on my blog after her little web spiders arrived on her virtual door with a nest of potential links.

My signs: "Remain on Path" and "Blog today, tomorrow you may be eaten". And the fact that I decided to live in a freshman dorm when going back to college as a non-traditional student.

She made me sound reasonably intelligent. (She even called me an inspiration!) Which really only makes me laugh because of the "I love to type" post above the post which talks about my college experience at the turn of the century. (I never thought I could refer to something I've done as happening at the turn of the century, but I guess my college career literally did happen as the world slid uncontrollably from the 20th to the 21st.)

"I love to type" is just a silly few minutes of seeing what would happen if I didn't go back to correct typing mistakes I made when typing "I love to type" over and over and over again. I'll tell you, it's really quite difficult to not stop and correct my mistakes. It was neither a particularly inspiring or intelligent post. But it made me smile.

A few years ago I actually had a steady reader, and she would link my thoughts to other blogs and got relatively excited when I mentioned creating a yawn project. (Which I failed to come through on.) Other than that I get the occasional comment from my husband who logs on as anonymous. I can always tell the comments are from him though. So when I got a comment from someone completely new it was kind of exciting.

It's necessary to link in kind for this type of notice. A bit of blogosphere (is that term still used?) politeness that I can't ignore. Of course there is potential that others will read Deb's blog, click on the link to my blog, and then read a bit before being a) uninterested, b) bored stiff by my navel gazing, or c) amused enough to come back a time or two and see if I've written anything worth further review.

This in kind clicking has worked well for my employer Sheree. She even earned herself a Marie Antoinette award. (A shiny virtual trinket that each winner then passes on to others who are deserving. I'm not sure what the requirements are for becoming a recipient for such an award, though Sheree seemed to feel it has something to do with boobs and pottery.)

She thrives off of this widening circle of bloggers. Actually takes time to read other blogs, leaves comments, finds inspiration.

I tend to run screaming in the other direction. Note the nom de plume. Though some of my posts are quite naked tellings of my inner workings I don't like to use my real name. It is totally baffling and frightening to me that someone else could find an ounce of inspiration or interest in something I have to tell. It is a wonderful rush of validation, don't get me wrong. But then the internal pressure to be better next time kicks in.

HOW CAN I POSSIBLY LIVE UP TO MY OWN EXPECTATIONS!

What a laugh. What a personal tragedy. It is truly Greek in its telling.

So go check out Deb and Sheree if you happen to come across this little blog of mine but are in the mood for something a bit different. It can never be said that I didn't encourage others.