This is a serious artistic endeavor here. (Says You)

Time for another installment of the things you said about the things I said:

Everybody likes to get feedback on what they do, don't you agree? That's why I love it when people comment, and that's why I try to post the comments to reply to them or otherwise acknowledge them.

Sometimes, though, I worry that it's not so much what I'm saying as it is the pictures that accompany the posts. Take the comment "Anonymous" left after I posted Jensen Ackles as "Sweetie's Hunk of The Week, 8:":

Noooo!
thats a manip ...you need real pictures
http://i41.tinypic.com/1z4vpfc.jpg

;)

You can see that Anonymous was moved by my thoughtful and wry commentary, can't you? Don't get me wrong, though: I love the fact that people read, and I would in no way cynically try to increase my readership by sprinkling picture of hunky guys around a post for no reason.
I also realized, in going back to find that post, that I've horribly misnumbered the "Sweetie's Hunks of the Week," so that there's a couple of 9s and a couple of 7s. I would like to be able to say that I'll correct this, but since my real math education stopped with memorizing the times tables in Mrs. Talaska's fourth grade class, you're going to have to live with it.

On to more reader comments. As I said, Anonymous' wink aside, I have no intention of pandering to the massses by simply inserting pictures of shirtless guys that women love into posts that otherwise are not about them at all. You won't, for example, catch me posting something like this picture:
Unless it was germane to the post. Say, for example, I was still feuding with the library, and I had struck on a new plan to win my battle, and that plan was to send a shirtless Jensen Ackles into the library to bargain for me. Then, without any pandering at all, I could write: My new plan is to send a shirtless Jensen Ackles, pecs glistening with sweat, and pants slightly hanging down seductively, to softly take the librarian in his arms, dip her ever so slightly, stare into her eyes with an intensity that she hadn't felt in years, and whisper to her, while brushing her lips with his, "Process a claims return." And I could then illustrate it with this:


I'm sure the librarian is just off screen in that shot, bosoms heaving and cheeks flushed with passion.

Like I said, though, you won't catch me doing that, because I don't need to. The quality of my writing clearly is what draws viewers to this blog. Just look at what Lisa Pepin said after she read my scathing criticism of people who take online friends to seriously:

I realize I should comment on the post itself, but all I can think is, "Awwwwww, adorable picture!"

Which would lead some cynical people to think Hey, forget about the shirtless hunks:



Man, that is one frisky librarian.

Anyway, some would say forget about them, just post pictures of babies and draw the readers in that way. Again, though, I focus on the substance of what I say, and I'm sure you do. That's why I know you'd rather read about why I hate pepporoni pizza than look at this:




Right? I mean, how could this:



Ever compare with, say, an ongoing rundown of Muppet-themed memories? Obviously, it can't. So you won't be getting a bunch of pictures of cute babies like this:



Because that's not what I'm all about. I stick to my creative guns and never, ever cave into the public's demands.


You can read Lisa Pepin's blog "Lost in Provence," featuring gourmet meals, excellent photos, and musings about the idiosyncracies of the French, by clicking here.