Good morning, Blurch!
You know I get the feeling sometimes that many of you think I do not read the hundreds and hundreds of comments and emails and Facebook responses I receive everyday regarding this blog. The truth is, not only do I read them but many of my favorite comments I have already begun to crochet onto a big, round pillow.
It's true, it IS a daily burden to sift through all of the praise and fanfare coming in on such a huge scale. Of course there is the danger it could all start to go to my head. I'm only human. I can get the "Big Head" as easy as anybody else. If given too much praise, I begin to foresee my future as a beloved, handsome, possibly Korean leader of a huge, semi-global, semi-blurch. What Bleacher with my supreme talent wouldn't?
As you know, I have a pretty big head already. I mean my actual head is fairly sizable. So I've got to be careful.
The good news is, while it takes a lot of time to read the good comments, the bad comments I can sail right through in practically no time at all. I have a natural filter for comments that have the potential for hurting my feelings or are secretly asking for money.
But the main reason I read every one of the thousands and thousands of your comments and emails each day is so that I can potentially steal ideas for my next blog entry. Let's face it, the stress of maintaining a semi-daily blog is at times semi-overwhelming. SOMETIMES you need help.
So today I want to introduce a guest Bleacher, RC, who's amazing comment from yesterday in my opinion, deserves it's own posting. And so please welcome, RC (not the cola), who yesterday said this:
I have no idea what all this means. Math and crafts - not my thing. But I am always moved by things that confuse me, and this comment is no exception. Thanks RC for those powerful, confusing, mathy words.
As together we stand and sing.
BP
You know I get the feeling sometimes that many of you think I do not read the hundreds and hundreds of comments and emails and Facebook responses I receive everyday regarding this blog. The truth is, not only do I read them but many of my favorite comments I have already begun to crochet onto a big, round pillow.
It's true, it IS a daily burden to sift through all of the praise and fanfare coming in on such a huge scale. Of course there is the danger it could all start to go to my head. I'm only human. I can get the "Big Head" as easy as anybody else. If given too much praise, I begin to foresee my future as a beloved, handsome, possibly Korean leader of a huge, semi-global, semi-blurch. What Bleacher with my supreme talent wouldn't?
As you know, I have a pretty big head already. I mean my actual head is fairly sizable. So I've got to be careful.
The good news is, while it takes a lot of time to read the good comments, the bad comments I can sail right through in practically no time at all. I have a natural filter for comments that have the potential for hurting my feelings or are secretly asking for money.
But the main reason I read every one of the thousands and thousands of your comments and emails each day is so that I can potentially steal ideas for my next blog entry. Let's face it, the stress of maintaining a semi-daily blog is at times semi-overwhelming. SOMETIMES you need help.
So today I want to introduce a guest Bleacher, RC, who's amazing comment from yesterday in my opinion, deserves it's own posting. And so please welcome, RC (not the cola), who yesterday said this:
"Notice the soaring number of followers! 3 (that trinitarian favorite) times 7 (that perfect number and the day God rested) equals 21 the total number of followers. Try some addition: 2+1 and get 3 (back to trinity). Lets try division: divide 21 by 21 and you get: 1 (perfect unity in all this diversity). Lets try subtraction: 2-1=1 (unity again)! This is amazing stuff. 21 followers is surely a divine sign of things to come"
I have no idea what all this means. Math and crafts - not my thing. But I am always moved by things that confuse me, and this comment is no exception. Thanks RC for those powerful, confusing, mathy words.
As together we stand and sing.
BP
