You could call me a message board addict. I wouldn't disagree with you. At this moment in time, I'm registered at a dozen, and post on 5 every day. I'm not proud of that.
Now, I don't post 10 comments on each one - it's a couple here, and a couple there. Plus checking the smack blog. I don't post on it, but I do read it when there's a breaking news story.
Now you add facebook into the mix. Why I feel the need to tell you when I'm going to work, when I'm home, when I'm drinking, when I'm farming... I don't know. I got sucked into that too, and it's a form of message board.
But there's nothing quite like a real message board. One that you feel comfortable in. Like old shoes. Or your favorite bra. You know what I mean?
On a daily basis I check in with My Dawg of course, and Booktalks and Scrappy Jo's. I read at Scrapbook.com, but rarely post, and I am loving ScrapFreak for it's old friends and gallery.
Spread too thin? Eh. The first three I mentioned are small sites, not a ton of posting going on. Scrapbook.com is busy busy busy, but I read what I'm interested in. I posted at SF last night - and got a bit overwhelmed by the busyness of the board.
Funny though, that all of them have one thing in common. The disparity of personalities. You have the quiet ones, the funny ones, the sad ones, the crabby ones, the ones that have been there, done that, the smart ones, the evil ones, the religious ones, the political ones, the jokers, the drinkers, the non-drinkers, the dreamers, the realists, the blunt ones, the ones that beat around the bush until someone else says what they were hoping to...
And yet they are all family. Message board family. Someone not attached to a message board would NEVER understand it.
I'm glad I understand it.
Thanks to my message board families. You know who you are... lol