Can You Hear Me Now?
Skee ball. Kittens and puppies. Edward Cullen. Vermont. County fairs. The NY Yankees. The ocean. Road trips. Books. Organizing my house. My husband. Reading. Derek Jeter. School. In no particular order, these are some things that make me feel warm and fuzzy.
Brussel sprouts. Bella Swan. The Boston Red Sox. Warm milk. LEAVING COMMENTS ON SOME BLOGGER BLOGS. Telemarketers. Tailgaters. Scrappy Doo. In no particular order, these are some things that turn my blood to ice and my heart to stone.
I’m going to have bumper stickers–or better yet, BOOKMARKS–printed up that say, “Friends don’t let friends struggle when attempting to leave blog comments.” A bit wordy, but it gets my point across.
It could be that I’m just a doofus and am unable to navigate the most basic of blogging landscapes, but could some one please tell me why some Blogger blogs make commenting impossible?
Imagine this: I stumble across your blog, read your post, and would love to add my 2 cents. I pen a lengthy (and at times, rambling) comment but when I go to submit it, I’m thwarted by BLOGGER. One of two things typically happens: a. My comment is deleted by blogger and I hear sinister laughter emanating from my laptop speakers, or b. My comment is eaten up because I don’t have an appropriate account.
To prevent this, I began taking steps to make life easier and keep my blood pressure in check. Whenever I type out a comment on Blogger, I copy it and then try to post it. This way, if I have trouble, I can just paste it back in and try again.
The major issue I face as a self-hosted, non Blogger blogger is the comment options. If a Blogger blog doesn’t have NAME/URL enabled, I have to log into my Google account and leave a comment from Natalie with no track back, thus ensuring you have no idea who I am.
Or, in pictures, this is what I’m trying to say:
On the other hand, here is a Blogger blogger who is a friend to all, discriminator of none!
So dearest Blogger friends, if you could take a moment and make sure that your NAME/URL is enabled you can sleep soundly tonight knowing you have made me insanely happy. My work here is done. I’m off to reorganize the linen closet.