Posts Tagged ‘blog

10
Aug
25

(Never) The End…of Writingbolt’s Creation

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I am barely able to type words right now.  I may have lost everything I’ve ever called my own, everything I’ve invested in and spent time creating outside this laptop.  My home was flooded last night.  I tried to save what I could and couldn’t take anything but a few items with me that I could carry, because rescue crews were no help.  My family was no help.  I barely escaped a crumbling basement alive, and my family was still telling me what I was doing wrong instead of being helpful or supportive.

I have no art supplies.  No art history.  No guitars I was saving for a time I could play with someone I loved.  I have no love.  No friends who reach out to me with help.  Just a bunch of people telling me what I SHOULD do with my life.  My stories in notebooks…may be lost.  My artworks….may be lost.

The water was coming in so fast.  It’s still raining and will rain for 3 days more.  I watched a nightmare crumble around me and tried to photograph what I could with a crappy digital camera….for what?  For a family that has so little understanding and tolerance of me as I am?

I just found out a pen pal from Germany, a rare online friend, just died from chemo, from losing that fight so many lose when steered down a path they can’t change because no one is on there side.  She had no one.  I have no one that makes me feel good about anything.  My family is a hot mess.  I am a bigger hot mess.

I am lucky to be typing these words.  They may be the last you ever read, whoever finds this.

16
May
25

Can We Ban Bad News on Holidays?

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I understand “news happens daily” and that there are “things you need to know.” But, does that include reports of crime, murder and other violence…on a holiday?

Well, to be fair, if you’re watching the local or international news on a holiday, something is probably wrong, anyway. I mean…why would you?

Who am I to judge? Some people like their news the same way some people like their coffee or soda…daily…maybe even more than one time each day. That’s not me, though. I would rather go without it, most of the time, because it just upsets or rattles me. Hearing about every crime or damaged property in town isn’t exactly helpful news. I’ve said it once and will say it, again; that sort of reporting is for private communication and police reports. If you need to get in on police action, I think there are radios for that. If you are involved in a crime or disaster, do you want it plastered all over every TV screen and network? I wouldn’t…most likely. Give me a case when it’s a good idea to be a disaster or victim on TV.

I know some people who will watch the news any day on TV and come away from that with a head and heart full of discontent and/or grief. Who needs that? And, who needs those viewers to pass on that unpleasant feeling? Not me. Don’t throw your anger and tears at me, after you wasted your time absorbing all the bad news. That’s just…foul.

Now, to consider the above on a holiday…you might as well cancel every party and not sell any supplies or food. My stomach is already turning for the next holiday. It could be weeks or months away. But, if I’m going to turn on the TV and see bad news or hear about it, second hand, screw you self-proclaiming news networks. You’re sick in more ways than one. You’re puppets in a warped system. You’re bleached smiles are more unwelcome than a snarling guard dog who doesn’t know when to be quiet. You sicken me. And, every time you feel the need to fill a commercial break with one of your “this is me, part of the local news team” ads with some corny song, I’m just going to like you a little less. So, you’d better hope I DON’T watch you as regularly as you advertise or hope.

On that note, if there is ANYONE who actually longs to meet their local news reporting team after being exposed to daily disaster and tragedy, those people are also very warped…or oblivious…or both. Yes; let’s kiss the hands and ask for autographs from people pressed to pour out daily tragedy and misfortune. Even certain meteorologists get on my nerves with how they deliver bad weather with a smile…as if they get a little sick pleasure out of telling you roads will be a hazard tomorrow.

I vote no news–other than weather reports, methods of transportation, possible public activities to join and discount offers–on holidays. The world will be just fine without you…I’m pretty sure.

Mic drop.

Picking the microphone back up, once more.

Oh. And, no horror movies/stories on holidays, either…except, maybe, Halloween. You want frights and gore? Go find a secluded space you can enjoy your sick interest. I don’t need to turn on the TV for enjoyment and find some twisted nightmare during my holidays. Flipping channels on a holiday, just to find crime stories, “shocking news reports” and horror movies…is enough to make any lonely or stuck-at-home person want to do something very unpleasant. And then you hit those people with anti-depressant and other drug ads (not to mention other unrelated ads which are equally distressing and/or unsettling). That is a crime so foul that I cannot adequately put it into words. I just want to go on a TV-smashing rampage…and then go trash some drug labs.

Can you fashion a drug that helps YOU deal with my rage when I unleash it upon your sick skulls? Good luck with that. [Actually, I’d probably just destroy your equipment and only leave you with a headache bad enough to make you regret your life choices.] I’m not ill. YOU are.

Mic drop.

27
Nov
24

Live WITH PURPOSE or Die Unsatisfied

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[I started to write this and quickly realized I had “no cap.” I started to write a second draft and heard myself rambling. I could go on for hours and not feel satisfied without a responsive audience…aha. There’s an appropriate lesson in this. So, I will insert a condensed version up top and let those die-hard readers swim through the remnants of a longer draft if you so desire. I applaud anyone who can get through my long speech (only because I get so much grief when I “ramble”).]

In short, a big chunk of the people in this world are sick. And, NOT SATISFYING OURSELVES is the cause. [And, I’m not referring to whatever perverse pornographic or food-based obsession you may be imagining.] If this wasn’t a concern (or, in sick minds, a way to make a profit), people would not be crafting “quick-fix” drugs and trying to be “weekend warriors” when they want to correct a mistake. We wouldn’t turn to “dating apps” instead of facing people in public and taking chances or asking friends for assistance (if we had friends).

There is an excess of SUBSITUTION and too little action WITH PURPOSE. When we act WITH PURPOSE (with good intent that transfers into positive, sensible action), we feel full, CONTENT. When we SUBSTITUTE, we LOSE INTEREST and add to PILES of DISCARDS.

[My family is VERY SICK and steeped in denial, myself included, at times. But, only I seem able to admit my “crime.” Even that may be a faulty assessment, knowing my family. The “giveaway sign” of the sickness is a perpetual discontent with life. You don’t see many in my family who do not have to boast and who are definitely, consistently happy with life. Alcohol and smoking rear their ugly heads, eventually. Divorce is shockingly common, yet I wouldn’t say anyone in the family is prone to conventional sexual practices.]

If you eat/consume WITH PURPOSE, you feel energized AND content and may even hear someone say you are “glowing.”

[You don’t complain or suffer afterward (unless the cook–or cooks–made a mistake).]

If you shop WITH PURPOSE, the things (and services) you buy satisfy a need (replacing something unfortunately ruined or used up, giving yourself a new useful tool, improving your physique/appearance for a reason other than vanity, helping someone else in need, etc.).

[You don’t collect every item in every color, fill a home with stuff that might be worth more than you paid, someday, nor “flip” things you could have let someone else acquire, first-hand, just because you ambitiously plot to make profits.]

If you socialize WITH PURPOSE (which is probably the biggest challenge and greatest need for most of us…and a driving point of this discussion), you mingle and meet people to find those with common interests and beliefs, who then may become closer friends if not life partners.

[You don’t become guilty of “cheating” or of being cold, cruel or harsh in any way. You don’t USE someone for a night or a self-indulgent habit (treating the person like a butler/maid/slave).]

If you’re not “shopping” for a friend or loving partner, maybe you socialize (with purpose) to feel good about yourself as a charitable, helpful person. One hazard with this alternative method of “being a good person” is deceiving yourself (from the harsh truth). There is genuine charity…and then there is what I like to refer to as the “tax write-off.”**

So, just like mindful meditation and other methods of calming yourself to avoid meltdowns, inject these two words into every plan and action you make, whenever possible.

WITH PURPOSE

You can have good intentions and not act on them…which is not great; some would say that’s evil. You can have negative, harmful intentions, because you’re angry with someone or some outcome; that’s also bad news for everyone around you. But, even when you are not fully aware of your own good intentions (meaning you may do something, unconsciously, which benefits you and/or others), acting WITH PURPOSE *should* make you and, ideally, those around you feel satisfied, content.

If you use those words before taking action (even just going into the refrigerator or pantry for something to eat) and cannot add a good response (not a flimsy excuse), hopefully, you’ll learn to curb and eliminate bad habits without someone having to tell you (which, I know, annoys many of us, especially if we don’t get along with our parents and/or other “authorities”).

I imagine a life lived WITH PURPOSE would end more happily than the alternative, which seems like a sham, an excuse (and/or a cheat). If you die knowing you did all you could to make the right decisions and not step on or otherwise mistreat others…if you stood by your beliefs and didn’t become a “Nazi dictator” in the process…that must be rather satisfying, in the end. Though, I suppose, you can’t please everyone, even if you are a “people pleaser.” [*cough* Jimmy.]

In any case, I believe acting WITH PURPOSE is the ultimate “golden rule.” You’re not just treating others the way you want them to treat you…you’re treating yourself with respect and self-discipline, too. So, do unto others as you’d have them do unto you…and seek out your own contentment without imposing yourself upon or upsetting others.

If you, at any time, feel you are NOT living WITH PURPOSE and are “at the end of your rope,” do NOT resort to…well, you know. Nor do you have to resort to “going ballistic,” just to face a premature end (with potential legal consequences). While it seems like the only way out of a never-ending nightmare, I’d like to believe some force will, eventually, present itself and get you out of that rut (without a weapon), even if you have to endure so long that you feel cursed or doomed. [At least, I am hanging onto that. I came close, once, and I do not want to do that, again. A little help (in staying among the living, to say the least) would be appreciated, even though I have no current ambition or reason to be “immortal” (other than in “legend”).]

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**You cannot partake in a cause to atone for something you consistently do (wrong), especially if the cause, project or event has nothing to do with your “crime.” There is a difference between atoning and making a good impression to gain approval. A “good face” is too often an annoying crime (committed on top of some other offense).

You can’t give food to the needy at the same time you raise prices on your own factory supply. What sense does that make? You certainly are not giving away the food or other goods you sell. Just find a way to make your pricing more fair/affordable. If, as an artist, I decided I needed to charge more for my (commission) work, for any reason (but more likely because I feel “cheated” if I don’t), and then took art made by someone else and gave it away for free…isn’t that just horrible? I think so. Those other artists should say, “Hey! Give away your own art, you jerk!”

You cannot be a guidance counselor if you are in dire need of counseling. [That is risky therapy, to say the least. And, it should be a sign to the would-be-counselor that they really need a friend before they attempt to guide or teach anyone, lest they lead their student(s) down a dark path.]

[Now, pausing right there, if you read what I have written and see me as some sort of motivational speaker (or guidance counselor), that is your choice. But, I do not claim the title (nor boast a plaque with a degree that cost me a ridiculous sum of money, charged by people who put their price on my ambition). I could not even attempt to be your art teacher, just because I am an artist. I could be a coworker or partner (or a friend)…but never claim to be an expert at anything. I could advise and instruct, based upon my opinion and experience, but that doesn’t mean what I say is right or the only way. People have called me arrogant for less. Why would I even attempt to advertise myself as an expert or professional advisor? I’d rather say I’m a hired provider of insight and opinions who has a bizarre psychic/empathic gift/curse and a desire to problem-solve. People could come to me for my thoughts. But, I wouldn’t claim to be “smart” about anything, even when people tell me I am (which I’d attribute to that psychic/empathic response I have). That sort of “ego” gets out of hand, rather quickly, like alcoholism. And, no one needs that.]

Similarly, you cannot pass yourself off as a dating or lifestyle coach if you are not content with your own life(style). If you seek the services of such a coach and discover they are going through or recovering from a bad breakup of any kind (job or intimate relationship, most likely), you just signed up with the wrong person. And, how do you calmly walk away from that?

[The movie Hitch, with Will Smith as the “coach,” is a fair example…with a lousy ending. He just needed his own good friend, a partner, and thought he had something to offer others (possibly based upon <phony> compliments received). I’d do the same, probably, foolishly, but, hopefully, not waste movie tickets or books in the process. I can see myself trying to play cupid for people…but would it really do any good? And, is it enough to advertise myself as an expert/pro of any kind? I sure don’t care for most “experts” who appear and promote themselves on TV; they seem so…smug. And, I wager, if I could probe, I’d find them just as flawed as “Hitch.”]

You can’t partake in a charity drive to curb or eliminate pollution if you actively (currently) contribute to the problem (with your own factories, maybe). Oh, sure, you’re trying to correct the problem…while you’re letting it fester. That’s like helping flood victims while dumping excess water into another town. Your plan is to eliminate air pollution in ten years? Good; let me know when you get there. Until then, don’t act like you’re a saint raising money to “cure air pollution” or to rescue some land that’s suffering. You probably have the funds to change the situation. Or, you could just do business (and make the money you NEED not just amass because you can), differently.

Are you really going to feel so much better when there is no air pollution (if that’s even possible, considering human habits/failings, which is why “wackos” might be trying to replace humans with machines…built by the same dumb humans), after you caused so much harm with it? I suppose there has to be a form of atonement that forgives you…at some point. Anyone who has found this sort of forgiveness is free to share their experience; maybe I can learn from it…rather than dismiss you as the follower of some twisted cult or delusional practice.

[I wrote more on this subject but felt it was never going to end.  I could rant all day and night.  But, it’s pointless if no one reads/hears me and responds.  So, if you find this and REALLY want to discuss it further…send me a letter or leave an encouraging comment.  Maybe my thoughts will do something for you.]

23
May
24

Something Is Wrong With You If You Watch (Broadcast) TV.

You’re watching television? What’s wrong with you?

There has to be something wrong. People without problems don’t watch TV. They have active, working, social lives. They are out there, in that big scary world, living…well, life.

But, you are not. You are watching TV. Or, worse, you are at WordPress reading a post on a “free player’s” blog. Something is definitely wrong with you. Maybe you have AIDS or shingles or some kind of nagging depression that can only be worsened by the side-effects of medication that will keep you up at night with other thoughts than the ones currently troubling you, provided your genitals don’t decompose or turn a different color shortly before you die. Maybe you are due to appear in parent court, expecting someone to slap you with charges for neglect. Maybe you are a helpless drunk who needs a lawyer, a lawyer who cannot get enough of himself until he treats you to images of puppies and kittens. Something is definitely wrong with you. And, if it’s not health-related, then you’re probably just old enough to remember what shows like The Benny Hill Show^^ and Green Acres (shows that probably cost nothing to air because the casts are either dead or on life support) are.

^^I recall my grandmother, who was already at least seventy years old, at the time, enjoying Benny Hill when I was a kid. That’s how old this modern broadcast television is. They could bring back shows that I actually enjoyed as a kid. But, instead, they air shows that made little sense to me then, make little sense to me now and make me feel older than my grandparents, who are now all deceased.

[Try chewing a piece of gum until it loses its flavor, saving it for sixty years and then chewing it, again. That’s what modern television (and, sadly, most of the recent films remaking and milking old franchises just with new heaps of Hemsworth and whatever actress we can grab from the latest satellite-TV craze) has become, worn out ABC gum. Now, I guess, it’s more “hip” to PAY for your canned laughter and wannabe-legendary-actor-injected crap with scripts written on drug trips, when it used to be so, so carefree and fed with ads for all sorts of silly merchandise and food-like products. It’s cool to go see a movie that’s recycled plot infused with faces I “follow” and swoon over, just because. Just look at how many celebrities, with that term becoming more and more loose by definition as the years fly by, are in this silly family-targeted summer film. They are known for doing more unsettling adult films, but now they can show something to their grandkids. I laugh at this cartoon because the main voice actor was in something that was popular, once, and I am totally high…because I am shamed by my health and supposed to be taking one of the drugs advertised during this horrible show.]

Why do I say this?…more than once. Well, if you do dare to watch “free” TV, lately, and not on some “binge” in which you can skip commercials, I’d say 95 to 99 percent of the ads you may be forced to sit through are related to some kind of mental, medical or physical problem. The rest are repeating fast food and pizza ads just to drive you off the cliff of sanity into a food coma. You might as well call the EMTs and tell them to pick up a large soda on the way over to your home.

Television used to sadly be a friend of mine, when I was a kid. Now, it’s just sad. And, when I find myself trying to watch anything on TV, I feel the urge to vomit and claw at my skin, as if television has become the torment of lost souls in some flaming, desolate underworld where people push boulders up slopes to nowhere.

No longer is television what you watch with the family** in a shared room. It’s what you download or look up online to binge to your heart’s content, provided you have the keys to the proper “channel.” No longer can you flip through channels to find something you like. Now, just about every channel has some crap on it, overlapping with other crap. And, the good pickings are slim. Most of what is considered entertainment seems more like forced trends for watercooler discussions. Pretty soon, you’re sucking on a digital feeding tube just to get a tiny buzz and ask the vegetable next to you if they’re getting anything out of their “feed.”

**What is family? Do you know? If you do, you’re not watching TV; you’re in a happier place with people who live in different parts of the world and come together for reunions at tropical resorts. Otherwise, you don’t talk to your family; you hardly know or value them. And, quite likely, no one is bailing you out of trouble unless forced to do so. Most likely, if you’re reading this, you live in a social media bubble; family is a foreign language.

So, if you are able to avoid all of that, you must be living the life and not reading this post of mine. I can only imagine what that is like.

Now, in the time it took you to read what I just wrote, I saved you maybe thirty seconds to three minutes of commercial crapper time. You’re welcome. Enjoy those brain cells.

04
May
24

What’s a JOB? Just Sell Stuff Online.

What’s a Job? Just Sell Stuff Online.

Jobs are too often scarce. Jobs are fussy about your education. Jobs get cut. You don’t need any of that. So, just sell stuff online like countless other people taking over modern commercial space.

What kind of STUFF? Oh. All kinds of STUFF. There is no limit to the kinds of STUFF you can sell and pitch on TV. As long as you’ve got a small factory in your garage, basement or neighborhood, pumping out this STUFF like some non-stop 3-D printer, and a link to the Amazon delivery empire, so you can have your STUFF sent by drone, you won’t ever need to think about seeking another job. If you can manage it, find a “professional” who can promote your STUFF with some phony status that is intended to make you believe the STUFF isn’t going to fail you.

Ain’t that just delightful?

Yes. A world full of dummies selling their STUFF and signing their souls over to Amazon delivery (just delivery…yeah, sure). What a wonderful world. [Bull shat.]

Anyone out there familiar with the Tupperware era? Or, Avon cosmetics? How about Asbestos or that pink insulation promoted by the cartoon Pink Panther?

You know where all of those fads ended? In a heap of what-do-we-do-now and a world scrambling to sort out one more ecological crisis. You may not need or want a JOB, but the world you depend upon for existence might not survive if all you do is contribute to the mass production of STUFF. STUFF is like smoking and alcoholism. It’s easy to slip into, especially if someone provides you with the means to make enough STUFF to satisfy demand. But, when you really think about what you’re doing, if you have any conscience at all, you might get a little nauseous (like I do).

Instead of shipping everybody’s latest variation of something paper or plastic they are trying to make outshine fifty other sellers, we should be discussing pipelines for properly distributing the goods this planet can and does often produce, instead of letting that natural STUFF go to waste. We live in an age/era when nature is somewhat out of balance and animals, not just humans, go hungry.

[And, yet, some groups trying to supply the “hungry” don’t always seem “legit” and may be just passing around food that’s expired or unwanted by fussy folks claiming to be on welfare.]

We have and promote a limited variety of wireless communication options which make just about anything seem possible. If you can connect minds, across the globe, to find common intentions (and interests) willing to work together to achieve a goal, that has to be better than posting a sign in a window or newspaper (or one website). Right? We have the means to reduce the need for income and taxes to zero. And yet, with the contributions of those who like to cause trouble and inject fears (which supposedly can only be cured with the latest “security app” or insurance offering), we humans still struggle with socializing and cooperating. Thus, we see/hear stories of tragic results from poor communication and see ads for services trying to get you into the virtual office of a therapist.

[Am I injecting fear? Maybe. But, I’m not following that with a pitch for some product or service you need to pump with your borrowed money. I’m not selling you anything here.]

There is a mountain of discontent hidden in all of what I just said. And, it’s not going away if you pump out more STUFF. Your conveniently manufactured body paste, sexual stimulant** or wall decor is not going to make the world a better, safer place to exist. It’s just going to give people a temporary, fleeting thrill before it ends up in a landfill of instant gratification failures. Then you and everyone else who didn’t want to work together to resolve the world’s problems is going to be looking for the STUFF that gets them off this doomed planet and moving somewhere safer.

**On that note, we have advertisements for sexual stimulating STUFF (“improving male confidence and stamina” and pleasing women at the same time), on one hand, and, on the other hand, governments debating the rights of humans to use abortion and birth control STUFF to counter what is a biological DUH! from having sex without self-control and common sense (that includes assaulting someone and leaving them pregnant). How dumb do humans have to get before we realize we’re screwing ourselves? Forget I asked. You already know. You just choose to douse yourselves in alcohol and other memory-warping drugs, hoping to forget.

Does your STUFF reduce waste? Eliminate garbage? Recycle garbage in a way that won’t upset stomachs or frighten to death? Does it put an end to ads for charities that are not always true to their word? Does it help reduce world hunger (including the loss of environment for animals other than humans)? Does it bring people together in harmony? Does it cultivate teamwork and friendship? [Or, does it just make people more vain and anti-social like “mean girls?”] Does it avoid feeding a monopoly which could easily wipe out all small businesses and thus end your financial pipeline?

[And, if you say it’s creating jobs by giving job to people who would otherwise struggle to find employment because of past “criminal” or otherwise disapproved behavior/history, I will slap you senseless. Having those people help manufacture and/or package your stuff, until machines take over, is not a positive to promote anywhere. While you are pitching that fabricated American dream, countless other humans are scrambling across national borders, looking for answers to their own misguided lifestyles.]

You know who’s going to be waiting at the exit ramp to abandon Earth? Those wealthy giants you fed with your shipping orders. Your convenient delivery assistants. And, they will decide your fate…kind of like a boss deciding if you should remain on the job.

So, you see, pretending you’re Betty Crocker or the next Mr. Clean isn’t going to last. It all piles up under the launch pad being built by people already looking at other planets to conquer, people who started out with something small and quickly manufactured because it was convenient, a seemingly modest service to the world which became hungry and started eating up other businesses until it no longer looked like a humble business with a singular purpose. And, the old fears of alien races taking over planets won’t be about little gray or green oddballs with big eyes and no body hair…it will be about your fellow human beings (or you, if you are so “fortunate” to become one of the next financial giants). We are the monsters of those alien stories. And, the more we ponder the possibility of selling STUFF, the bigger and dumber our eyes get.

Take me to your Amazon, earthlings.

Before you press the button to set your next whim into production, take a long hard minute to think about what’s ahead.

13
Oct
23

WHAT IS THIS AMAZON.COM SHAT?!! LINKING TO MY BLOG?!

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Okay.  It’s one thing to get people “following” my blog who run businesses of their own and have shady accounts with smiling faces snatched from free photo spaces for profile images, to look “legit.”  These “businesses” claim to be following blogs to get little links at the bottom of their web pages, some sort of content supplying they need to do for some ad-space reason?  I don’t know.

It’s a whole other thing for some Amazon.com source to start flooding my blog with “follows” from people with pictures and links that merely suck you into sale pages for whatever they are selling.  I don’t think the links even correspond to the people in the profile photos.  Again, they are just photos taken from some free space online to represent people of some kind.

WordPress!

Get it together, or I am pulling the plug on this blog.  And, you can take your 33 percent of the internet to the MySpace graveyard!!  And, I feel sorry for anyone else who is going through this crap.  Probably because we are not paying to use our space and get “premium” support.  Whatever.

Are you going to come out and say it?  Are you?  Are we saying it?  Are we saying the age of free internet anything is over?  It’s all paid and basic labeled premium, while the real premium is some inside-trading secret for those with more resources and status?  Just say it then.

Ya know.  Not everyone online is running a business out of their spare room.  Not everyone has an Etsy shop or boutique.  Not everyone has sold their soul to the big merch’ monopoly of this world.  SOME OF US blog for more carefree, personal reasons.  And, if we have to pay to do that, to share our thoughts and stories from home, well, I think we can find better ways to use that energy and thought process.  [Suddenly, a paper journal doesn’t sound so lame…even if it’s just screaming into a pillow instead of group therapy.]  And, obviously, charity is an endangered species, along with human kindness.  Though, freebies sure find their way to get around, often to those who don’t care or need them.  And, the landfills aren’t getting any thinner.

Is this just one more voice in the world telling me I am wasting my time here?  No, not here, son.  You can’t be your creative self here.  It’s not the place or time.  It’s sell or be sold.

To borrow a page from a followed blogger’s book, insanity bites.  There.  I said it.

This is starting to peeve me off.

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31
Aug
23

Is WordPress Just a Dusty Garage Attracting Content and Personal Info Wasps?

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So, it’s that time, again, for my little rant about our digital home, our online refuge, our blog space, WordPress.  I’m starting to think this place is nothing more than a dumpster assaulted by foreign rats seeking personal info bits and content to link to their own craptacular business/scam websites.  Instead of keywords attracting people actually interested in reading about the topics I spend X-number hours putting together, so eloquently, I think all I am achieving is attracting “bots” looking for info like birthdays and names and locations.  Why else would I see stats for posts I made years ago for someone’s birthday or my first childhood crush?  Why would so many people take interest in that without actually leaving a comment or showing the post was viewed?  How DOES someone or something access those posts without scoring a “view?”  

Oh.  I see.  So, just about anyone and anything with internet access can just dive into my post history to find key information to do something stupid.  So, all my thoughtful writing is pointless.  How sweet.

Ya know, when I joined this blog space, I was already alerted to how vacant and unfriendly it was by someone else who had taken refuge here from our previous blog space, which sadly was shut down too soon.  But, over the past few years, this has been really pathetic.  I have given more of my time and talent to dead space and left more comments on posts by other people than I’ve ever seen.  The most attention I keep getting goes to posts from over a year ago, and I wonder what I wrote there that is attracting these wasps.  It’s really annoying.  But, where else would/should I go?  

I am thinking it may be time for me to look for a new refuge…again.  This place is starting to smell bad.

No response?  I would not be surprised.  I’m used to talking to myself…

 

08
Feb
22

Is Russia Trying to Hack WordPress?

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Whenever I write something about WordPress, I notice Russia and the Ukraine are quick to take a peek.  This leads me to believe something is up…like they are looking for data to help them hack their way into something…as if we are all holding cards, and any cards related to the site could help a hacker crack a code.  Very sus’; right?

Heads up, people.  Stay alert.  Monitor who is viewing your posts.  That goes for everyone not from Russia/Ukraine.

And, Russia/Ukraine?  Mind yer business.

07
Feb
22

Someone Help WordPress

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Can someone help our beloved writing space, WordPress?

They seem to be having bowel issues which cause a pixelated skin condition.  It’s enough to make me hurl.  But, since I have no solutions, I can only reach to my fellow writers and readers for ideas.  Anyone know how to relieve their problem?…ya know…so I can post without losing my lunch and paying a bully for reader insurance.

06
Apr
20

Social Media Violates Social Distancing

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Right now, you might be saying…Uh, bwhaaa?  That makes no sense.  The whole point of using these wireless devices and speaking to people through video chats and the like is to maintain a safe distance while retaining contact so we don’t go mad from solitude.  MMMAYbe that’s just the extroverts talking.  The introverts are probably too distracted with their private activities to even notice this.

But, it’s true.  If you use a laptop or tablet, like an iPad, and talk with anyone through the device, you are probably violating the social distancing requirement (of six feet).  Think about it.  Unless you have a wireless keyboard and can look at the screen from across the room, your face is less than two feet from the screen.  Your hand is even closer, probably inches away from the other user’s hand…if you consider the screen like a mirror or window between two people.  And, that’s just what I am implying.  You may be cities or half a world apart when you think about where your bodies sit or stand.  But, your faces and hands are much closer.

So, is there any chance we might contract the crisis with this violation of personal space?  I wonder………….

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My advice to everyone:  Get a wireless keyboard and sit at least three feet away from the screen.  If everyone can respect this three-foot rule, we can stay closer together than we were at the impossible six feet and still not cough on each other.  We’re in this together……  Well, I think we are.  But, I don’t see the people on the other side of the screen, anymore.  Are you still there?  Hmm.  I guess I’m on my own.




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