When I first started reading blogs, I never commented. Never. Because it didn't even occur to me to comment.

When I started a blog of my own then I started to make comments on other people's blogs. Because when you have a blog and people comment, it makes you feel very nice in your tummy. You think I'm joking a little bit, but I'm not.

(If people don't comment on my blog, my feelings aren't hurt because there are lots of posts that I've read, thoroughly enjoyed, and just walked away. And that still happens more often than not.)

When I first started commenting, I would take a good 15-20 minutes to decide just the right sentence. I didn't comment unless I had something funny or meaningful (or what have you) and then I would take great care in my commenting.

Now, I probably don't take enough care. If I have something to say, I just say it. And, then it's done and I can't take it back most of the time. But, who cares? It's just a blog and no matter what junk you come up with, the blogger will appreciate it. In their tummy.

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I wrote that about a month ago and thought it was fairly useless, so I never posted it. But, yesterday I saw something that made me think about blog comments again.

What I saw was dooce (at dooce.com). You've probably heard of her because she's a big name in the blogosphere. She's won bloggies, she gets interviewed in national publications, and she makes money off of her blog (I just got a certificate from Amazon for $10 from this blog and I'm pretty stoked - thank you, blogging-readers-who-purchase-from-Amazon-through-me). She doesn't need my little endorsement when she has Time and Newsweek to do that, but she is good.

Dooce has just the right mix of being a smartass, being in pain, and making you laugh. She swears quite a bit, but she usually does it with great timing, so it works. She's been blogging for four years, so I don't have the time or desire to read through her archives, but I've browsed a bit, and was blown away by how raunchy, confessional, and funny she can be.

But, my point was her comments. She had previously taken them down. I think in part because too many darn people read her blog and what's the point? Probably, too, because she gets a lot of crap for being an irrevent former Mormon (she dishes the dirt pretty good, but no one likes to have it dished back). A few days ago her readers found that she had added comments to her pictures and she had over 300 comments. The weird thing was, the comments were almost all totally inane. At least a third of them were saying Yaay comments are back and I can't believe comments are back and another third were about how they liked her hair.

Which made me think, this is what comments would be like if Bono had a blog. Because everyone would want to feel like they reached out and touched Bono. But, when it comes down to it what does anyone really have to say? I really like your music. I'm your biggest fan. If you just got to know me, I'm sure we'd be best friends.

I love U2, and besides his latest stint as a clothing salesman, I admire and respect Bono (as if I know anything about him really). But, if I actually met the guy, what would I have to say to him - human to human? Nothing.

Still, if he had one, you know I'd read his blog.