I was thinking about something yesterday (Sunday), when reviewing how my pal Manny on Skins's island manages to take a little itty-bitty campfire and turn it into a blazing bonfire.
I've known my pal Manny since before Skins's island; he's always been like this.
Of course, how he does it is obvious--once he lights a campfire, he stays around and engages with the audience in a robust, lively manner.
Unlike other primitives who need not be named, who just post something and then run away, never reacting to the reactions of their fellow primitives at the campfire.
Hell, I'll name two of them anyway; the rich bitch kpete primitive and the big guy in Bellevue.
Of course what happens is that while my pal Manny garners hundreds of primitive views and scores of primitive comments, making for very long threads, post-and-run primitives are lucky to get more than a feeble response.....and then they wonder why so few primitives bother coming to their campfires.
This, from yesterday (Sunday), is a good example of what happens:
Lucinda (16,555 posts) Sun Mar 3, 2013, 01:52 PM
What's for Dinner ~ Sunday March 3rd
http://www.democraticunderground.com/115722851Dear old sweet Lu is the host of the cooking and baking forum, and apparently she thinks that if she posts this original topic every day, her work is all done; that's all she needs to do.
This particular campfire turned out a very large one--but not because of dear old sweet Lu, who didn't hang around to engage the audience.
The cbayer primitive rescued this campfire from oblivion when, for whatever reasons, she chose to get engaged with the audience herself, perking up interest and inspiring primitive comments.
That this campfire blazed so mightily is due to the cbayer primitive, not to dear old sweet lazy Lu, even though dear old sweet lazy Lu is the one who lit it.
I dunno what dear old sweet Lu's problem is, why she posts-and-runs. After all, it's not as if she's real busy.
Dear old sweet Lu is fringing upon retirement age, a stout matronly grey-haired woman who wears a Mother Hubbard and lays oilcloth on the kitchen table as she bustles around cooking. She and her husband Bill live somewhere down in the southern half of the Appalachian Mountains, maybe in North Carolina, I dunno. Every day, dear old sweet Lu carefully wraps liverwurst sandwiches in waxed paper and puts them in an old Karo syrup bucket, for Bill to take for lunch at work. Bill is a bewhiskered old guy who wears bib overalls and walks with a slight limp.
It seems to me that if dear old sweet Lu lights a campfire, she should hang around and interact with the primitives who show up at it.
I think it's rude when someone starts a topic, and then walks away--it needs pointed out
even the Bostonian Drunkard, arguably the most aloof and vain and snobbish primitive on Skins's island, doesn't just toss out a topic and go away. Well, he does, but less than half the time; more than half the time, he hangs around, to chitchat with other primitives drawn to his campfire.
