And there I am. At one of those instantly recognizable gravatar profiles.
And… nothing. No blog link, no facebook, email or twitter. Just a name and a photo, and sometimes not their photo, just the standard blue and white default gravatar image.
Now, I understand that there is a segment of people who don’t have a blog or twitter, or whatever. They may be on facebook, but they wish to keep it private, and they like to read blogs and comment anonymously. I get it. That’s cool. Do your thing.
There are those who do have blogs, and want more readers. Well, people who find your comment(s) interesting won’t be able to check out your site if they click on that little box…
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My name is unpronounceable in your language. And I would teach you mine but I can see from here you would stop at the first personal pronoun. You would learn it by heart and carry it everywhere between your teeth and your cheek. You would root up the green grass and keep it only for yourself. Well you would, there’s no mystery. You think this is my first time at the rodeo? You would be no better off than yourself, but you will never see past your own self baptism to realize it. You. Can you be sure of understanding my language? You are of one mind and I see no help for you. You’ll be who you are and a bull’s a bull for a’ that.
The New Crusades
. . . and ’17’ . . .
Don’t forget to watch the Fritz Lang original. One of the most important films, ever.