Does anyone out there in blogger land suffer from 'comment envy'??
I sometimes go onto a blog where I enjoy the content, laugh along, & think to myself, well I will just make a light, or admiring, comment.
And then I see there are 29 before me, so I decide they dont need my ha'penny worth, & I become a 'Lurker'. Which means you watch & read, but dont comment.
I have seen on some blogs it has been de-lurker week, or something along those lines. Encouraging folk who heretofore only 'lurked' to come out of the closet, as it were, & comment.
I see lots of 'weeks for' things, & I wonder, -is there some secret blogging society out there who notifies bloggers of these 'special weeks'?? And, if there is, why dont I get notified?? And how late in the week is 'too late'??
On completely different tack, (& an illustration of how flea-like my mind can be) have you ever, or do you now, take note of the clothing 'styles' of your colleagues?
I used to always notice the dress style of the men who worked in our offices, when I was employed by a Swiss owned company. We had so many men of European origin employed there, it was very interesting to see the various styles of the different males.
A Mr Green, who originally came from Yorkshire, was always so sartorially splendid, I was moved to compliment him one day. He was totally startled, & so I enquired if his splendour was due to the fact that he lived in a household of females. Having one wife & three daughters. He admitted it was his wife who chose his ties, suits etc, but assured me it was not without his 'approval'.
I found the best dressed to be a man of German origin, who had the most gorgeous bum- & believe me, I am not one to admire mens bums as a general rule. But his wife was an artist of some talent, so perhaps she deserved the credit. I was never bold enough to ask who chose his suits! He, being the 'Financial Controller'- & not one ounce of spare flesh upon his body!
I was not really surprised to find the Australian males were the least 'snazzy' dressers, -but they won hands down for cheeriness. Or, most of them did. The PM, was an uncouth, ill dressed, crotch scratcher- it was so embarrassing we female staff wondered if he had contracted 'crabs' or some other hideous disease. No one ever found out, as they sidled out of his office as fast as they could!
As for sheer charm, the Frenchman, who was neither well dressed, nor goodlooking , took the top award! I swear that man could fake interest in a discussion of an electrical insulator!
And the award for pomposity went to the MD- he was Swiss. And an immaculate dresser, -but somehow 'sterile', if you get my meaning. I mean no disrespect to the Swiss, for my direct boss was a Swiss man, who was the most even tempered, laid back, calm man, I have ever met. And his style of dressing was more casual, & he was married to a very lovely Indonesian woman, so perhaps she influenced his 'style'?
Oh well, how much do 'clothes maketh the man'? I think not much any more?