Diary police can report straight to the comments, as this will likely not be substantive enough for serious DKosers. Moreover, even though this is my first DK diary, I'm not unfamiliar with the rules here or the rules of the intertubez in general, so try to tough it out, as I've been known to craft a worthy phrase every now and again.
(is this where I put that homage to dead trees "below the fold" invitation?)
To paraphrase "The New Christy Minstrels'" The Cat Came Back, the stat[us] came back the very next day…
Thanks for the comments, recs, and entertaining sub-threads.
Okay, so my history here is short (reflected in my quarter million UID) compared to the hard core—still I've posted several comments over the months and gotten several recs—and several from three digit Users, to boot—and received some kind remarks in return. Therefore, I figure I'm not regarded (to the extent I'm regarded at all) as a hot-head, troll, know-nothing, or the like.
I've been around long enough to have read at least some of the FAQ, and I even have a vague notion of most of the initialed thingees the cognescente like to sprinkle in their musings. Among those is TU (trusted user). I know that it's a status accorded DKers based loosely on mojo accumulated from making contributions by commenting, recommending, being recommended, and not rocking the boat. I figured that, as a semi-professional lurker, TU status was something I wasn't likely to attain.
I'm a writer. I write every day. I've put together a couple of personal websites (three, actually) full of my writing, as well as crafting another half dozen sites for others, although still full of my editing, if not my direct writing. Nonetheless, I learned early on that I'm not a writer in the sense of a regular dead tree columnist or a blogger. Consequently, I've had no plans to even post a diary. But, as will be seen below, I had an experience I'd like to share, and, to fulfill the basic requirements of the site to relate this gripping tale, I'm padding the crap out of this post—just as I learned to do in high school. Hey, consider yourself lucky I haven't employed my considerable HTML skills to double space it.
So, to the story: I never figured to acquire enough mojo to get TU status. Yesterday, I commented on Granny Doc's GBCBS diary with some pithy HTML esoterica, and got several recs as well as a comment by none other than the grand poobah himself, DK#1. Later yesterday, I noticed the "hide" option (a sure sign, as I understand it, of TU status) as I was going through some comments. I thought, "aha, I've arrived!" Well, earlier today, I noticed the "hide" option was gone. I figured maybe Kos#1 thought so much of my contribution he directly intervened and padded my mojo to the necessary threshold, and then today, with lack of activity, my mojo (like my rollover minutes on my cell phone) rolled over, as my "hide" option is gone.
Rats. I was able to HR for one day, but before I found an HRable comment, the rug was ripped from beneath me and I'm back to driveby pseudo-blogging. Well, let me check—am I up to five paragraphs yet? Close enough. Nomex suit on, seat belts fastened, lets start this wild ride.