It Takes A Village

One thing about sites like WordPress is the sheer amount of spam comments that never seem to end. My spam folder used to be full of bizarre folks telling me how intriguing my site was, offering to detail my RV, and providing unsolicited medical information that looked like it was lifted out of textbooks. I finally managed to come up with the right keywords (or WordPress tightened their security), because I rarely get more than 3 spam comments a week now—the rest just go straight into the trash. But the other day, I was worried that I’d inadvertently deleted a follower’s comment and went to the trash to find it. I didn’t find my follower’s comment but what I discovered there was incredible. Apparently there is a village that people travel to every day, and MY BLOG is on the recommended reading list! People go to this village to visit their sisters, brothers, grandparents, and friends, and on the way there, which is a 1 to 2 hour trip apparently, all they want to do is laugh at the madcap antics of mydangblog. I have to say, it’s a true honour—like doing a reading event WITHOUT the crippling anxiety.

But it’s not even on the WAY to the village—once there, people are enjoying my content while they watch the beautiful evening sunset with their sisters, cousins, and grandfathers, increase their knowledge with my ‘solid content that is also solid’, go into the city to shop for clothes with their uncles and although that is extremely boring, amuse themselves with my outstanding content. I wish I knew how to locate this village where I am apparently a literary goddess because I have so much to tell them. For example, I’m sure they will be fascinated by the fact that my car just hit 150 000 km. and that I pulled off the road to take a photo of the odometer.

Also, I could enthral them with tales of my latest miniature, a glassed-in conservatory.

And I’m certain that there will be an incredible outpouring of emotion when I show them the stopwatch on my phone, which I started when I was doing a live reading last month (because each reader was only allowed 5 minutes and I was terrified of going over and being subtly admonished) and then completely forgot about—it chronicled the seconds of my life for over 23 days before I realized that it was still running. Oh, the tears we in the village would shed as we lamented the passage of time.

So do not despair, my village people—there’s no need to feel down. Pick yourself off the ground. There’s no need to be unhappy. You can make your dreams of going to a beautiful country in the centre of which is my beautiful blog come true.

46 thoughts on “It Takes A Village”

  4. It’s been a while since I looked in my spam (I call WordPress spam “Treet” because Treet, Spam’s lesser cousin, gets no love), so I have no idea if anyone is visiting my village. My writeups on my past spam has brought some great catchphrases into my life like “most excellent contents,” “enjoying asthma,” and the realization that there are “septic tanks near me.”

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  6. I think WordPress has cracked down on spam comments, because I get much less of it now than I did in the early years of my blog. Still, to know that caravans of people on that one- to two-hour trek to “the village” opted to read my blog aloud instead of, say, listening to a podcast or playing Call of Duty: Mobile… well, those are the kind of compliments the spam folder was truly made for!

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  7. Wow, those AI bots are working overtime creating, populating and commenting in the DangBlogVillage! Wow, how does that even happen, because the only thing I can think of, because all those comments are identical 🤣. You will be made mayor of DangBlogVillage and ride n the main float in the founders day parade! LMAO

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  8. [Pinch-zooms waaay in]: Eye spy with my widdle I a clock.
    The Web is a landfill graded over as a park with a decaying bench nestled on top. A sign nearby reads, “Dig not too deep else you may release the demons therein.”

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  15. Even though they go straight to the spam folder I see a lot of the comments in my notifications. For a while I got a bunch that were in Cyrillic. Maybe Russian, maybe another country that uses that alphabet. Now I’m getting a bunch in Spanish. At least the village is truly global. And I really want to find this village where you’re worshipped. Is it on an island? Or is it more like an English village? Which, technically, would be on an island, just not one with palm trees. Not yet, anyway.

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  17. Are they picking blackberries on the way to the village? This reads like Little Red Riding Hood.
    Sorry, I had to laugh. I’m just wondering how on earth all these weird people find you? It must be your blog/sense of humor, because if it weren’t funny, it’d be scary, right?

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  19. WordPress is the only blog site I have used. An old colleague told me about it years ago because I told her I loved writing, so I gave it a chance. I honestly do not know about other sites. I do not like spam mail, so I just delete it all in bulk😊

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  20. You get a village, whereas I get a single follower to my blog this year who said that he loves my blog and every day, he learns something from it. Either way, from my perspective, both of these events, yours with the village, and mine with the single expression of gratitude, sets a high expectation to continue posting top quality content.

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