Words

I know you guys are out there, but the term “lurker” is so perjorative. I’ve been a lurker so many times, but who wants to be suspected as some kind of Peeping Tom, someone who reads, digests, and goes away with opinions but never lets you know? It’s kind of like eavsedropping on the Party Line of yore. Ethel’s fucked up, she’s totally ignoring Jack, and I think Dan’s seeing her in the evenings. Okay, Ellie, so what do you want me to do about it?

I guess I’ll have to come to terms with the word “lurking,” though it always makes me uneasy, and also the word “blog,” which seems to have been forced on all of us by some shithead with access to a typewriter.