Care in the (online) Community

Once the comments on wanderingscribes site became moderated, only the sugary sweet fawning ones were allowed on. They do however give a fascinating insight into the kind of person that swallows the kind of poppycock that has become Anya's stock in trade. See what you deduce of people who would post the following (all genuine) comments on someone’s blog whom they have never met. “i'm happy for you. fellow human called rob.” I like the fact that he wanted to clarify his species ”yay!” *blows little party horn thing* It’s hard to believe that it’s adults posting this stuff sometimes. *bouncebouncebounce* ”YAY! What do you want? I said I'd get you something nice when you got a place, what would you like?” I think the medical staff should be alerted that her restraints have come loose. “Soon, more writings begin!!! All the culminations shall be in one book. Please put your poetry in the book. They are melodic as your writings.” See. Even Yoda reads this stuff! “I'm a 25 year old rufty tufty Northern bloke, Your writing made me cry - both the highs and the lows.” What a right Jessie ! I wonder if his mates know how “sensitive” he is. I must redefine "Rufty Tufty" in my personal dictionary. “Really,really,really,really glad for you!!!!!” I don’t know why but I’m getting a mental picture of this one dry humping someone’s leg when they meet. DOWN BOY !! "I forgot to say the quill expresses your romantic side. If you need a verbal hug or anything, you know where to find me." If only we knew where to find him. “Well, I really like reading all your posts. I'm also trying to find a place to live as well since the dr will release me from the hospital this Friday after spending almost 3 months here.” Nurse!! She’s got completely free of the restraints now!! “I remember when I got my first flat on my own, once I was moved in I locked the door, drew the curtains, and danced around naked singing "this is mine, this is mine, and this is mine, and this is mine..." It was ace.” And of course we all behave like this. Or would it just be the kind of people who are drawn to Wanderingscribe? “I have laughed and cried with you all the way through this amazing adventure of yours.” Me too. Hold on. I meant shook my head in disbelief and incredulity at the shallowness of it all. “I think in some ways your laneway has become a kind of sanctuary for many of us.” Hmmm. Me too. In fact, I’ve booked next year’s caravan holiday there. I’m hoping to attend the awards ceremony when they erect one of those blue plaques. “I've had the experience of sleeping in a car, you were able to write it. Especially the desire to stretch out in the grass, barefoot, the fear... I keep asking the doubters how one might fake that if one has never experienced it.” That would be the thing one calls imagination. (I don’t think he goes out much). As I'm sure you know, the meaning of 'angel' is divine messenger. So, one stands by the bed of the fellow in New York, and in a whisper, delivers the message that God wants him to write about why some people have been living in their cars-he wakes thinking of it...earlier, one stood next to you, telling you that the best way to figure all of this out is to write it down... This is just spooky. That very same angel told me that this was a pile of horse doodoo’s and to start a blog exposing her. He was a bit two faced, wasn’t he dear readers. I'm sorry folks but after reading so much drivel I slipped into a diabetic coma for a while but I'm fine now. The doctor just told me to avoid high levels of saccharin for a while.