Monthly Archives: June 2011

a blob of a blog?????

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If you post on your blog, and nobody comments, does the post still exist?

A few days ago, my Wife posted a post that got me thinking about comments.
I ask myself, “Why do I want comments?” “What makes this blog so great that it deserves comments?” “What is this blog about anyway?” It doesn’t have any theme or any form, its a blob of a blog.

I know this is a piece of crap blog, it isn’t funny, it isn’t informative, it’s just a daily dose of some random crud.

Over the years, people have said to me, more than once, “I don’t write my blog to get comments.” Well, that’s true. I don’t. But if there were no comments, what would be the difference between me posting this here or writing it in a notebook and hiding it under the mattress? I think therein lies the answer.

Plus, everyone who has said that they don’t care about comments seems to have more than 10 comments on every post they post….

A lot of comments wouldn’t make any difference in my life, or on my ability to post, or the contents of my posts. I still crave comments and wonder why… And I wonder why some blogs that seem similar to mine get many times more comments than mine.

I’ve read all the articles, and all the “Tips to increase Blog Traffic” but none of seems to apply to me. I don’t want to increase sales or generate revenue, I just want to know somebody read this and what they think about it.

Sweet Justice: Couple Forcloses on Bank of America

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A couple purchased a home using cash. Later Bank of America tried to foreclose. They lose. But the couple wants their legal fees reimbursed. Bank of America ignores the courts order to pay. So their attorney pulls up to the bank in a moving van with two deputies with authorization to take the money from the drawers, computers, furniture and anything else of value to compensate his clients. See the video below, and read the article HERE.
If I was the client, I’d have been there for sure and really rub it in the bank managers face. I’ve had problems with Bank of America before. Years ago, they said I owed them one mortgage payment that I knew I paid. Round and round, Rubber stamp signature on certified letters. In the end, it turned out that Bank of America GAVE one payment to the company I signed the mortgage with, who sold the mortgage to BofA.

Sabado

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Here, it is a cloudy Saturday. I have been complaining of no rain, but I guess I can stop now. We’ve had some and I’m sure we’re going to get some more. Now it’s time for me to start bitching about mowing the lawn.
I was having some weird dreams last night. As you recall, a ship was sunk here as an artificial reef, the ex-USS Kittiwake. I keep having dreams about being in the Navy on board the Kittiwake. Only she’s where she is now, on the bottom of the sea. The thing is, I can pump the ship dry on the inside, even though it’s underwater. When scuba divers come, I can flood it again.
It is not unusual for me to have dreams about dry places underwater. I have had a dream about a swimming pool with a door in the side at the bottom that I can open and go inside and it’s dry in there. The water doesn’t pour in, the boundary between the water and the air in the room is vertical instead of horizontal. It is a really cool repeat dream.

Well, this post didn’t turn out like I expected, I planned about writing about my poor, beat-up underwater camera housing. Maybe tomorrow.

Have a good Sabado!

Tired of my own BS

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I almost posted a post yesterday, I typed it all up. Can’t remember what it was now. I did everything except hit the ‘publish’ button. I remember thinking “this is stupid” and navigating away from the page, post lost to the internet oblivion. Most days I disgust myself, at least for a few seconds. Part of me is this smartass little kid that I can’t stand. I remember when I was actually a little kid, being aware that part of me is this smartass little kid that I didn’t like and had difficulty controlling. Everyday this smartass little kid irritates my wife and I. Only she doesn’t know about the smartass little kid, she thinks it’s me.
In 1973, when I got drunk for the first time, and shortly thereafter, when I started taking drugs, the smartass little kid disappeared. I felt normal when I was drinking and taking drugs, even when I wasn’t high. Now, I quit drinking and drugs over 20 years ago, and the smartass is back. I’m pretty sure its a mental defect. I’m probably what you call a functioning lunatic.

Last night I was dreaming I was weaving chocolate and gold. I was trying to make the gold go in a perfect spiral in the chocolate but mine weren’t turning out as well as the store bought ones. I was thinking to myself, “I really don’t need money since I have all this gold” In my dream I was also converting ounces to grams and vice versa.

Also last night we finally had rain, probably a half hour of good hard rain. I think it was just what we needed here.