This week has been replete with truly stupid email, identity crisis issues, discovery and the occasional tantrum. Tonight’s Saturday Evening Post diverges from the what and why in an absolute abandonment of humanity voyeurism…that means it is completely new, BTW. Feel like a quick trip to 1986?
For every ten stupid emails I get, there is at least one (sometimes three) which are cogent, well thought out and complimentary. They come from the bloggers and writers and fans who know there has to be far more that goes into a post than merely sitting before the keyboard hammering away.
And before anyone gets offended, I read plenty blogs where what goes into a post is the keyboard hammering. I appreciate them because every Saturday evening I am faced with the task. Often, I fail at it miserably. I am much better with research and statistics.
Toilet talk often gets a truly bad name. As a long time subscriber to Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader, I never truly tire of toilet talk and the amazing topics which spring from it. In fact, some of the best compliments I have ever received are considered toilet talk:
Damn near peed my pants laughing…and that’s saying a lot from me.” ~Email from subscriber
I turned immediately to this….I am so glad I actually stopped first to relieve my bladder!” ~Comment directly on post
Warning: Go pee before you read this…unless you are already wearing a depends…” ~Caption from a Facebook share
It is great to know I can bring a smile to your face. It is equally great to know I am supporting the toilet tissue industry.
I have always been a bit bent over the term “left-handed” anything. The negative connotation is hard for me to reconcile based on my own ambidextrous, but very naturally left-handed, state.
Etymology aside, I have gotten a few such compliments recently about my blogging technique:
I would have you guest blog on my space, but you would make me look bad.” ~Part of a chat with a fellow blogger
You do so much, you make the rest of us look bad!” ~Quote from a telephone conversation
Are you really triplets?” ~From a social media conversation regarding time management
No, I just write that much. I also learned to proof the posts at least once before I schedule. Consider this an improvement compliments of the bird-doggers who email me every time I misspell something. I love those. They all have some variation on the theme of “Grammar Nazi” in the subject.
Not everyone veils the positivity in the friendly jab. Some of the compliments are heartfelt and forward.
I had great fun writing a pseudo-serious post about people who in fact are amazing contributors to the betterment of the blogosphere and social media.” ~From a blogger who wrote about my blogging style in a marketing post
I must say that I’ve also learnt quite a lot!” ~From a blogger I flamed for not having facts
And probably the best one of these I have gotten so far came from my sister on one of my posts this week:
Someday I will go commando, I will work twice as hard and have half as many followers who love me a third as much and read my blog a quarter as often. Then my life will be fulfilled.”
Getting With The Program
I lamented this week there were not enough posts addressing goals (albeit not blogging goals), and it is time for an update on this year’s M3 goals:
- Words: 181,000 of 1,000,000
- Visits: 30,500 of 150,000
- Comments: 5,600 of 15,000
This is the official hats off to you for making them move ever closer.
Tonight, I close with a little something I wrote in another life. I hope your weekend is an enjoyable one spent filled with laughter and surrounded by people who love you, even if you need an electronic device between you.
PS: You know you are part of the most amazing blog family when you can visit from blog to blog on the blog roll and the comments of the amazing posts. Thank you for giving me such good material to read. <3
From the depths of Time
to the caverns of Eternity,
I shall travel in hope to find
The final fragments,
the finishing pieces
to complete my unfulfilled mind.
Alone to trek
through the jungle of personality
and to swim the sea of faces,
By myself I shall find
the things needed
to fill the empty spaces.
Of that fragments
that I need-
companionship, complacency, collectedness,
Refuge for my fears,
Hiding for my anger,
Cure solving pangs of dejectedness.
The web I’m beginning to spin
shall be complex, thought-provoking
and unlike those before
That I’ve spun in haste
only to realize too late
them neither safe nor sure.
In it shall be an enclosure for safety,
when my fears shall be lost into a world of dreams;
A box into which my frustration and anger shall fit
at each day’s end, to set my feelings free;
Music for my time, to soothe my pain,
to accept me as I am and to comfort me;
Protection in my web, to allow that nothing
come between myself and my acquired calm.
Allowance for me to please myself
at every whim, want, or need; inside my own realm.
For the times that my needs must be satisfied
by another, I shall find someone…
© Red Dwyer 1986-2012
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