I got this note in my in-box this morning from one of my fans:
I'm sorry to say I feel you're being a little too pushy. I'm happy to give your new blog a try, I will comment when I have something to say, but when you leave comments in my journal like "when are you coming to my gig" and "why don't you have me listed", I start feeling coerced. Of course, I understand you're an eager, even rambunctious, young gorilla, and you are only acting out of your enthusiasm and desire to have me join your fun. However, sometimes you can get away with pushing someone into fun, sometimes you can't. Please let me decide in my own time when and how to participate.
All I can say is I'm flattered that some people consider me a young gorilla. I'm in my 40's, after all. My landlady made me apologize and said I really should make cookies to show my deep regret. Hah! Instead, I'll make creme brulee with chocolate sauce.
Now where is that torch when I need it?