…So How Are You?

I had Big Plans for essays here today, but a rather stellar kinky weekend has drained the thought from my mind.  And yet I am greedy, desiring the interactions of comments without actually producing anything worthwhile for you to comment on.
It’s interesting, because I have a bad habit of posting various memeries when I’m down: “Ask me a question,” or “Tell me something in your life,” or “Say something nice about me.”  This is a remnant of my blogging roots in LiveJournal, where such interactions were common – but now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve seen such a thing on a serious blog outside of LiveJournal.
And that is, I think, because at its height LiveJournal was so crammed with people and interactivity that it could spark such things.  You didn’t need to have a “serious” blog with lots of entries on Weighty Topics, because it was so easy to get friends you could just pick them off the ground.  And all your friends were there anyway.
You know where I see the “entertain me” memes these days?  Facebook.  I think such posts are a symptom of critical mass, because without a lot of people you say, “Hey, tell me something cool” and not enough people are around to reply, and you just feel stupid.  It’s a corner case that can only show up on the top-tier social networks.
Strange.  Even doing one of those memes feels a little childish by now, as if it’s something a serious blogger shouldn’t do.  I’ve got my own domain, now, do I really need to do this?  And yet there’s that desire where Khan Noonien Singh pats the bed and tells the ship’s historian: “Entertain me.”
So what the fuck.  Tell me something nice about me.  Tell me something nice that happened to you.  Send me a secret.  Fill up my world with something interesting on a day when I’m too drained to dance for you.