Supposing for a moment that this blog were about personal glory, rather than the betterment of others. What would be the point of requiring some kind of log-in to comment on a post? It’d be silly- I never log into anything if I can help it. The New York Times is lucky to have me in their databank as a 90 year old millionaire Uzbeck prosthetics engineer, and I only caved to them because you can’t get the print edition over here.

It was with unjustified dismay, then, as I watched day after day go by without so much as a Viagra ad posted to the comments. Sometime yesterday morning, however, Alexis Turner, a better netizen than I, actually logged in to post a reply. It was her heroic sacrifice that made me realize what was going on- the comments section was closed to casual readers.

Well, no more. The comments are open to all, and soon, no doubt, will become a palimpsest of wild commerce, negative attention seeking, and hypergraphic babble. Mom and Dad are welcome to post, too.

Love and Kisses,

Will