The other night, I came across a graphic on a journal's sidebar that made me laugh. The one right here about keeping my page public. Isn't that hilarious?! I think most of us have experienced our share of hostile lurkers, and that makes it extra funny to me. My feeling has always been, by all means, read all you want. No one is stopping you. But if you dislike what I write--or me--so much, why on earth would you keep reading? I've always felt that way about censorship. While I don't think there's anything wrong with "parental guidance" stickers or movie ratings, my overriding sentiment has always been that if you don't like reading it, just stop reading, whether it's a book, magazine, newspaper, or journal. If you don't like hearing it, turn off the radio. If you don't like watching it, change the channel. It makes me crazy when others try to dictate what I am able to read, see, or hear, and no one is holding you at gunpoint forcing you to experience anything you find objectionable. If you feel that threatened by the Big Bad World, perhaps you might be a candidate for the compound in El Dorado or other such insular environs.
Ken thought that graphic was pretty funny, too, but we agreed that neither of us would put it up on our journals, because it kind of sends the wrong message to those who read either or both of us. (I won't be adding it to my sidebar, just thought I'd share it with you because I found it funny.) The overwhelming majority of those who read this (and Ken's journal) are exceptionally nice and interesting people, and I salute you all. SaaaaaLUTE!
Sometimes things will just strike me and fill me with joy and gratitude. I know that sounds corny, but I don't care. As I read some of my comments today, it made me think about how much fun it is to get readers from all over the country and an occasional international visitor, and a few regular readers who comment often. Your comments often make me think or reconsider my position on a topic; I find your occasional compliments extremely flattering and uplifting; and sometimes you just make me laugh out loud!
I love getting your thoughts and viewpoints, and I enjoy exchanging emails about my entries or your comments. Call me SpongeBeth, because I love absorbing all of your ideas and tips and recommendations! A lot of us participated recently in a Magic Smoke request to write about how the Web has changed our lives. One of the best things in the past couple of years has been finding so many fascinating people, and people with common interests, in our little online community of J-Land, as well as the blogtropolis at large. It's great to hear about your little corner of the world, and about life in your hometown or your travels to places local or exotic.
I enjoy sharing my pictures with you as well as seeing yours. I think you've all noticed that I'm pretty crazy about our place here--it really is the place of my dreams--and I hope I can give you an idea of what it's like here at Nutwood, whether through my writing or through pictures and video. I'm very blessed to be surrounded by the beauty of nature every single day, and it's something I don't take lightly. We don't really own this place, we are its caretakers. I appreciate all of your comments about our adventures here at Nutwood, and I'll continue to do my best to describe things and give you an idea of what it's like in OUR little corner of the world.
So to all my J-Land pals, and to my family and friends who read this, thanks for reading and/or commenting. It's a lot of fun to read all your comments. If it sounds like I'm going away or dying, I'm not! I'm fine and dandy, but I guess I just got hit by the gratitude stick, and wanted to try to express how much I enjoy you all.
YOU GUYS ROCK!