Lately (as in every day), Sophia johnson has been commenting on my blog.
Poor Sophia, with her grasp of the English language so poor that she doesn't even realize she should capitalize her last name in order to not look suspicious.
Sophia, Sophia, Sophia.
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I know; I was duly warned. The first comment you left informed me that you were out to steal my RSS feed. I had hoped that you would soon see that it was futile, as I am not a blogger of note. I'm just doing my thing and some people read it. It's not like your "message," such as it is, is reaching a huge number of folks.
And even if it was...no one would be able to read it! I mean, c'mon...
"Morning! I simply enjoy playing Alpha ZXT Farmerama, but who doesnt? I wasnt aware of the many ripples and depth to this story until I surfed here through Live search! Good job. Dude, please tell me that youre heading to write a lot more. I notice you havent written an additional weblog for a while (Im just catching up myself). Your blog is just too important to become missed. Youve received so very much to say, this kind of knowledge about this topic it would be a shame to see this weblog disappear. The internet needs you, man!Hey, Admin, I am starting my own blog, I was wondering which blog platform you are using? Sorry for the noob question and thanks for you help in advance. I enjoyed your site by the way. Finde nette Chats ab 50 Hey! That's a extremely great post."
Referring me as "Dude" or "man" doesn't make you sound like a surfer, it makes you sound like (a) an idiot, and (b) someone who doesn't actually read the blog, but is here simply to steal my RSS feed. And we've already talked about that.
As far as those "ripples and depth" to my story? I'm about as deep as a mud puddle. And as ripply. (Unless you're talking about my thighs.)
How do I quit you, Sophia? I could put a "prove you're a human" sign-in thing on my blog, but lots of folks won't comment if they have to squint real hard at those tiny numbers. Or I could have to approve all comments before publication, which wouldn't be terrible in the summer, but I fall behind during the school year.
What's a blogger to do, Sophia?
You're making my life difficult, and that bothers me. I can do that all by myself.
Sophia, gird your loins. I haven't even begun this little battle.