. . .  without a comment!

I’ve added a ‘Top Comment’ widget to my sidebar to get an idea as to who
comments the most.
There were no surprises (Maureen) but I thought it was interesting at the very least.
I’m thinking about a contest though . . .
Most comments at years end for the top 3 visitors will garner you a prize.
Right now I’m thinking about something with my URL on it (a t-shirt, kitchen magnet, bumper sticker, coffee mug)
Maybe a favorite book of mine that I could ‘dedicate’ to the individual winners.
Or I do have a collection of vintage postcards which I could send hand-written messages to
the three winners. (maybe all three prizes!)
Something to shoot for?
Your call.
That said, please comment.
As much as you can.
Give yourself a winning chance.
Get yourself into the top 12 (if you’re not already there) and who knows?
Yeah, I love traffic almost as much as I like comments.
Can you tell?
And it looks like I may have New Years Eve off this year from gigging (first one in 30 years)
Could be fun to post the winners at midnight as the ball drops . . .

ps. those of you that don’t have a gravatar (image next to your name)
go to Gravatar.com and set up an account.
It’s free, painless and easier than giving blood.
And you can pick your own picture!
Once you’re done, your gravatar appears whenever you post a comment!
Very cool.

Though I’m not exactly sure what’s going on, today has been a very interesting day here at
Smoke and Mirrors.
I opened a browser this afternoon to see if anything was happening on my blog and *Kaaboom*
67 people were visiting.
Yeah, I like that but what the hell are they reading?
I clicked on my “Who’s Among Us” icon and my mind almost exploded.
The map for the US was actually glowing.
Oh, great, I thought, now I may be responsible for WW3 the way it looked.
Yes, it took my cheeno’s to Browntown.
Virtually everyone was reading THIS POST
There’s a party in my house and I wasn’t even invited?
I don’t get it.
My stats are absolutely off the wall.
Closing in on 1,000 hits for today.
I love the traffic but . . .
Just plain weird, folks, really frickin’ weird
For everyone that visited, one brave soul left a comment.
Ah, well . . .