My silence amuses the rant brigade while I move
Since I’m tied up transitioning to a new phone, and also moved last weekend, I don’t have much time to read and write in the last week.
What I find wryly amusing is since I’m not writing much at the moment, a bunch of random lurkers are reading and “liking” my old posts from many months ago. Much appreciated. I’m flattered.
Heck, I don’t have the patience to scroll through *my own* old posts for the last year.
Usually I write several posts a day on LinkedIn, and apparently due to the reduction in my inane blatherings in the last week, numerous people scrolled through my old posts from many months ago and both liked and shared some of my old stuff.
Totally aware that my words are pretty much the opposite of MSM BS, and it’s always fun to write for a receptive audience.
Many are not aware that when I am in “writing mode” I have no idea what words will come out.
My writing routine over the last decade is I read a bunch of articles early in the morning (I read *really* fast) at 3
AM or 4 AM, and anything I feel like commenting about, first I’ll link the article, then provide a Readers Digest condensed version of excerpts, and then start typing my comments.
Usually I have no idea what my comments will be. I just start typing and whatever comes out from my finger typing is what comes out. I’m mildly dyslexic, so I type with 1 finger.
On my phone, I can only type with my index finger on my left hand. On computers, I can only type with my index finger on my right hand.
Same dang keyboard, but my mildly autistic tendecies dictate how I can think with my fingers.
By the end of this month I should break 15,000 followers here. For reference, a decade ago on Oilpro, I had 29,000 followers.
Writing for a receptive audience is what I do for fun.
The looming censorship by the Biden administration concerns me. I’m used to doing the verbal dance of avoiding the censors, but I fear independent thoughts and words are becoming increasingly stifled in the U.S. / EU / Oz / Canuckville.
Anyway, my curiosity is piqued.
*Why* do people read the words that I write?
This is not a fishing expedition, trolling for flattery.
I’m actually curious, why do people read the stuff I write?
Normally I assume that it is because I offer a vaccine to MSM pablum disinformation. But assuming makes an ass out of me.
Since LinkedIn doesn’t like original comments without a link to simething, I’m currently listening to “Two Ribbons” CD by “Let’s Eat Grandma” which is actually pretty poppy, but I like listening to the singer. Usually I tend to more industrial and noisier. Been on a kick lately of listening to Cocteau Twins.
