It is not you.
I hate to burst your bubble (bubbles?), but if we’ve ever spoken about the fact that you read my blog, you’re not actually a lurker. You’re just a visitor. I mean, you’ve TOLD me you come here. And since lurking, by its very nature, requires both relative secrecy and a healthy fear of exposure, if you’ve TOLD me you come here, you kind of missed the boat on lurking. The other lurkers probably didn’t tell you it was leaving. Sorry ‘bout that.
So shift it back, kids. It’s not you.
My dad checks in. (I originally said a lot, but he says this is untrue, so I'll say occasionally. He checks in occasionally.) I am able to tell this from my web stats, but he's also my dad. I assume he's checking in, visibly or not. So … he’s not a lurker. When my friend Craig checks in from work (at RIM), he’s visible on the stats too, but he tends to phone me to tell me he’s been by, so he’s not much of a lurker either. Dig?
I will admit, however, that I did have a particular lurker in mind. (But it’s not you!)
I knew we could get this sorted.