The blogger’s argument: Readers, obviously
1. They are the audience of the blog, so the blogger is responsible for entertaining them. Therefore the readers as the receiving end gain more pleasure.
2. Because Blogger wants to entertain Readers, he will try his best to post something that relates to Readers and prompt Readers’ responses. Readers have the power to decide if what Blogger writes is good enough to earn the their responses. So power is a kind of pleasure.
3. Readers can boost Blogger’s confidence by leaving comments that affirm and compliment. So the pleasure of giving pleasure is bigger from the giver’s end than the receiver’s.
The readers’ argument: Blogger, of course
1. The blogger gets more pleasure of out his blog simply because he gets to write what he wants. Us readers lap up whatever he has to say. So that the blogger has a ready audience to read virtually anything he writes brings him more pleasure.
2. Blogger is one, but Readers are many. So Blogger collects pleasure from all Readers through comments and stats, while Readers have pleasure of reading one Blogger.
3. Blogger can gain loyalty among Readers by affirming their comments and providing positive interaction in comments. If Blogger practises selective interaction, it can only serve to encourage loyalty readership among the selected. Therefore Blogger’s approval can bring more pleasure to Readers than Readers’ affirmation of Blogger.
If that sounds like utter bullshit to you, it is! Don’t ask why did self post this in the first place.
After all, the beauty of blogging is the symbiotic nature between blogger and reader.
(The blogger in her still insists that you readers give her better blogasm than she gives you! )
On a separate note, went to do some grocery shopping with Dee. While lining up at the express lane, he discovered he had forgotten to take the set of car keys with the car lock. Don’t ask how could he have locked with the car lock if he doesn’t have a key in the first place.
Fortunately, the hypermarket isn’t that far a walking distance from home, just over half a kilometre. Unfortunately, this girl who hates being sweaty was the one who had to walk home to get the car lock key because Dee is old and he was complaining about his hurting toe. Grrr…
After trudging home, just as was opening the door, the handphone trilled in the house (did not bring along with self). It was Dee, saying that after he tried many many times he had managed to manipulate his car lock into opening. (Don’t even ask how he did it.) So have walked home for nothing.
Murphy’s Law tricked self into fulfilling daily requirement of exercise.
… It could’ve been worse, couldn’t it! 🙂
(Lots of don’t ask in this post, hmm? Don’t you-know-what! 😛 )