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Screw the FIRST post. I'm gonna go and post the ones that got the most comments each month.
(oh, yeah: if any HTML errors occured, ignore them, I'll fix them when I get home)
Starting with last December, when Supercar's arrival let a nation believe in love again.
For January, my "Hey, it's my Birthday, pay attention to me!" post got a lot of comments, followed by The Runnin' Scale.
February's high scorer was a followup to another post asking Americans if NY Hate was as common as TO hate.
In March, you all seemed very interested in The Bitter Guide to the Punisher, which I suspect had a lot to do with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
uncut_diamond and twillit's blossoming love. Coming in second was "Should I read the DaVinci Code?", which was answered with a resounding No.
My nostalgic longing for Alexi Sayle generated no small amount of discussion in April, and May's highlight was The Bitter Guide to Roleplaying.
June once again saw interest in a Role-playing discussion, this time on Cyberpunk gaming. July's highwater was Vince McMahon hate regarding Hassan. Grr. Me hates Hassan.
August saw two Events of Interest, me getting free tickets to a show and Nerds talking about Star Trek & Dr. Who.
In September, everyone enjoyed Sweet Valley Diplomacy. Heh. That was a good one. If you read one link in this post, read that.
October was a busy month, with Name a Loveable Bunch of Losers, and Captain Canuck's advancing years capturing the hearts and minds of dozens. November saw the nation engaged in describing me in one word.
This was in one of the interviews, and I thought it was interesting enough to reprint:
Oh, yeah? What's so fascinating about you?
I'm a laugh a minute roller coaster of shame and delight. I'm a sexual tyrannosaurus with barbed wire knuckles. I can cook a turkey in 7 minutes per pound with my thoughts. When I wake up in the morning, I smell like bubble gum, and when I go to bed, I smell like the beach. Small children adore me, and old people want to adopt me. Poor people assume I'm rich, while wealthy people hold their wallets and call security. I once caused an Air Force NCO to turn crimson/scarlet/magenta twice in two weeks. I've hit bottom and bounced. I'm in charge, but it's not my problem. My left testicle sets off airport security alarms. Space folds around me, and time goes through me. You can see the future in the reflection on my head, and the past in my eyes.
(oh, yeah: if any HTML errors occured, ignore them, I'll fix them when I get home)
Starting with last December, when Supercar's arrival let a nation believe in love again.
For January, my "Hey, it's my Birthday, pay attention to me!" post got a lot of comments, followed by The Runnin' Scale.
February's high scorer was a followup to another post asking Americans if NY Hate was as common as TO hate.
In March, you all seemed very interested in The Bitter Guide to the Punisher, which I suspect had a lot to do with
uncut_diamond and twillit's blossoming love. Coming in second was "Should I read the DaVinci Code?", which was answered with a resounding No. My nostalgic longing for Alexi Sayle generated no small amount of discussion in April, and May's highlight was The Bitter Guide to Roleplaying.
June once again saw interest in a Role-playing discussion, this time on Cyberpunk gaming. July's highwater was Vince McMahon hate regarding Hassan. Grr. Me hates Hassan.
August saw two Events of Interest, me getting free tickets to a show and Nerds talking about Star Trek & Dr. Who.
In September, everyone enjoyed Sweet Valley Diplomacy. Heh. That was a good one. If you read one link in this post, read that.
October was a busy month, with Name a Loveable Bunch of Losers, and Captain Canuck's advancing years capturing the hearts and minds of dozens. November saw the nation engaged in describing me in one word.
This was in one of the interviews, and I thought it was interesting enough to reprint:
Oh, yeah? What's so fascinating about you?
I'm a laugh a minute roller coaster of shame and delight. I'm a sexual tyrannosaurus with barbed wire knuckles. I can cook a turkey in 7 minutes per pound with my thoughts. When I wake up in the morning, I smell like bubble gum, and when I go to bed, I smell like the beach. Small children adore me, and old people want to adopt me. Poor people assume I'm rich, while wealthy people hold their wallets and call security. I once caused an Air Force NCO to turn crimson/scarlet/magenta twice in two weeks. I've hit bottom and bounced. I'm in charge, but it's not my problem. My left testicle sets off airport security alarms. Space folds around me, and time goes through me. You can see the future in the reflection on my head, and the past in my eyes.
