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In 1976 I decided to buy a piece of property, instead of buying a truckload of dope. I was tired of meeting up with people that would gladly stab me in the back, for better deals. I was tired of dealing with shady people. I was tired of people.
I had decided I needed an ace in the hole, a get away place. I was living in California at the time, and it was always getting more crowded. I looked at various properties, and usually found a reason not to invest in them. Little lakes in the Sierra’s, and larger ones in the valleys.
Waterfront property is the ticket, but always has a significantly higher price tag. My only problem with that was, waterfront property would always go up in value, meaning taxes would go up, and popularity of water sports would keep a quiet little lake, noisy, crowded and polluted.
I looked on the outskirts of little towns, for possible property, but realized the little places would grow, and end up forcing me out. I really don’t do crowds. It became apparent to me, that a piece of property would have to be far from the usual beaten path.
15 miles east of Winnemucca Nevada, is a backwater place called Golconda. It was almost a place once, and even boasted a hot spring / resort in the early 20th century. There was a lot of gold mining around those parts. In fact, 20 miles north of Golconda is one of the last underground gold mines, still in operation.
5 miles south of that mine, The Twin Creeks Mine, sits a chunk of ground, that had been looked at, and left behind as useless. Core samples showed the property had no real wealth, and was sold as parcels as small as ten acres. This section was right against the Osgood Mountains, and looked out to the south-east at the Humboldt River, and Battle Mountain Nevada.
In May of ’76, I walked around out there and determined, that this place would never grow. No one would ever really do anything out there, and it would always look pretty much the same. That was 39 years ago, and a person did build a place a half of a mile from there. That is all that changed in that amount of time.
A section of land is one mile square, and that is broken down to 640 acres per section. In Nevada, every other section ( checker board ) is Public Land, with the Bureau of Land Management, overseeing it’s use. Most of the land out there is open range, meaning local ranchers have livestock running around.
The property just north of the one I bought, is public land. There is an operating spring that spills about a gallon a minute of pure fresh clean water. For years the spring has fed a couple of water troughs, and spilled out to cause a greener place in all of that dryness out there.
I bought that property because of the spring. My research had shown the local water table was at 400 feet, and would be costly for a well to be drilled. The spring was only 600 feet from my property, and is considered public property, so I would be allowed to get water there.
I wasn’t ready to actually live out there, I just wanted to know that if ever I needed a place, it was already paid for, and I could go there. There was nothing to go to there. The local town type place, Golconda was a thriving gas station, bar, general store and post office, all in the same building!
I stopped in there when I bought the 10 acres, in May of ’76. The people weren’t impressed with me, and I wasn’t impressed with them either. We all mumbled under our breaths, and parted ways. I’ve been back there many times over the years, and it’s mostly been the same.
The local store is a joke, and you would have done better shopping in Winnemucca, 15 miles farther west. The local everything’s don’t cater to folks. They have what they have, and if you don’t like it, that’s okay with them. It seems most of the people out there got trapped, and finally accepted that fact.
Horny Toad Ranch is still there, and was supposed to be the place I was going to be living at now. It wasn’t going to be easy, dealing with the challenges there, but I had some ideas that may have worked out. It seems politics, always get in the way of people just being able to live. I’ll describe that later for you in Winnemucca Sucks!
( ” I’ll have to backtrack a bit to fill you in on what’s been going on, with my feelings, ownership, and travels “.)
” I was given to a girl, and although she did take pretty good care of me, she just up and quit driving with me one day. I overheard a conversation she was having on a phone type device, and she had stated she didn’t really need me anymore “.
” She wasn’t aware I was listening, and didn’t notice when I leaked tears, at not being needed. I just continued to sit in that wonderful paved driveway, for months. I felt totally ignored and unwanted, and had I been able to just go away on my own, I would have been outta there “.
” To be fair to that girl, she did take me out once in a while, letting me get all revved up, and on really cold days she sometimes started me and allowed me to warm up. She wasn’t all that bad for a girl, and she always talked nice to me, not like that guy. You know, the one with those huge damn dogs, who had a habit of swearing at me ‘.
” One day in May, she suddenly started paying attention to me. She added oil, to my low crankcase, gave me a huge drink of water and some slimy sweet green stuff. I don’t know what that was all about, as the girl loaded my back end compartment as full as it could get “.
” My poor shoes were squishing down, with all of that added weight. I never understood these human types, shoving stuff in me, cramming stuff everywhere it might fit, and all the way up to my inside roof. I never felt so bloated as that. It was even worse than having those stupid dogs crowding around in me “.
” With all of that sudden flurry of activity, I felt sure I would be cruising freely down the road! I was so excited, I almost made a mess on that nice clean driveway. And then, nothing. Sitting there again waiting to be loved and driven, even by that silly girl “.
” I think it was about the end of June, the girl got me all fired up. Fifteen minutes later I got to get out there, and out onto the wide open roads, just cruising. It was nice to feel the breeze flowing across my form, and my side glass was opened, so I could feel fresh country air blowing in my insides. Even the stuck old dog hairs were blowing out of me. It felt really swell “.
” What a great day! We cruised over the close mountains following a road I vaguely remembered. This highway would eventually take me back near where that guy and those frigging dogs lived! Maybe I was just being paranoid, but it was starting to look like that might be the case “.
We stopped after 6 hours of out right cruising, and where we stopped was all to familiar. It was the WalMart parking lot only 50 miles from those dogs! That truly pissed me off, as I had thought we were going somewhere new, and here we were, most likely heading for the dog place. I was beginning to feel pretty dejected “.
” Damn! I was right. The girl was in the store for nearly an hour, while my black outsides were being scorched by the heat of the day. Then, when she did come back, she managed to shove another 50 pounds of crud into me. Want to talk about that full feeling? I almost felt like I wouldn’t be able to move, even if I had wanted to “.
” An hour later I was horrified! We were going up that damn dirt trail, everyone pretended was a road. Now I knew it, I was probably going to have to deal with that long haired freak, and those smelly, drool-dripping, hair-shedding overweight dogs again. How could any life be as bad as this? I really don’t think I would ever have imagined a worse case scenario, and I can imagine an awful lot “.
” So, it turned out I was right! Here I was out in the country, and having to be back with all that hard life stuff…You know I mentioned the trails, they’re not roads, even gravel will only disappear into crevasse, never to be found again.
At least, the Squatchy guy, ( Yeah, I finally figured out what to call him ) seemed to know how to miss the nastiest places. Of course as it turns out, he has no respect for my outsides. I never got washed by him rubbing on me. He had a gentile touch, and was decent about not expecting me to be fast. He didn’t jump on my pedals, and in fact it seems like he didn’t trust my pedals, but who knows? ”
” He didn’t run into things and all, but he couldn’t care less about my finish. He lets brush, and tree branches scratch me! And then he just ignores them, and lets my scrapes get filled with dirt! Do you know how that makes me feel? Well, the scratches are okay, I’m just ranting, because he does things with me and I’m not sure I should! ”
” I know you’re wondering just what those Things are, so I ‘ll only say he hauled 55 gallon barrels of water in me! Here we are in the effing mountains, and he hauls barrels of water, and the two, hundred plus pound, each, dogs. And they’re crowded in the next side seat, Straddling my console, and They Won’t Sit Still! ”
” In all fairness, ” Squatch ” tries to ditch those fur balls, when he goes to fetch the water. They always find him while he runs a pump to fill a huge barrel, in my back seat. I guess he just lets them ride back, because they get in the way of driving. Stupid Dogs, always in the way! What an inconvenience…”
” One day ” Squatch ” got me loaded with only a few things. He removed the trash, and kinda swept me out, and only put a couple of cover changes, and coffee and sandwiches in me. I figured we were going down to town, maybe to the library to get some WI_FI? We ended up leaving at sundown. ” Squatch ” was that way, when he drove places. Sundown, just as the sun is going behind the far peak, he heads out “.
” This time only him and the Mrs. No dogs somehow….He must have tricked them, who knows or cares, it was a nice change. So we headed down the mountain, and after a while I realized he was really going somewhere. I was nearly to Wenatchee, along a part if the big river we were following, when a big deer jumped right in front of me! ”
” Squatch stomped on my left pedal, and steered me around it, and just as we got straightened up to the line thingys, a little one did the same thing! It actually bumped me. It broke one of my light lenses, as Squatch tried to miss it. I got pulled over, and got looked at, and then squatch ran back to the now dead deer. It was already in the opposite lane place, and was still being run over by trucks, and cars “.
” He dragged the dead as a dead deer gets, off of the road, and came back and really looked at me and fiddled with my parts. I guess he figured I was fine, as I was not limping or anything, so he made me keep on going. So I never stopped except at gas stations, and went to a place in California, non-stop! ”
” I ended up in Redding, at about 9:30 am, and got parked. I spent a whole week just parked. Kinda nice. It felt like a crowded place. I was always hearing cars and buses. Lots of human voices and stuff. Almost to the hour, I got fired up and made to go really fast on a super highway “.
” I remember this as though it were yesterday. I was made to follow some flashy new SUV, and it was fast! I had a hard time with it, and was getting kinda hot. Squatch seemed to know about my troubles, because, he stopped for an hour and gave me a great big drink. I never thought I could get so thirsty. I once did, but he figured out a way to keep me refreshed, when my front water box got messed up. He fixed that almost right away”.
” My water was blowing out of me, and he didn’t even know! He gave me a bunch more, and we drove until I hurt. I pinged my pain at him, and he would stop and let me cool, give me more water and start the cycle all over again. I couldn’t show him where my water was going, I think it blew out of my front water box overflow tube, and it didn’t make a noticeable trail. The water didn’t hit my other hot parts, so it was just gone without a trace “.
” I remember hearing him mumbling about water pump, head gasket, thermostat. What’s a thermostat? Anyway….We were right in the middle of the mountains, and it was a long up hill battle to get to each place he stopped to get more water and let me rest. It felt to me, like he wasn’t going to fix me, he just kept stopping sooner and sooner “.
” The trip went downhill from there. No only down the mountains, but there were no more water stops hardly. ” Squatch ” just drove slowly, not pushing me, and talking to me with the sweetest promises. Great rewards awaiting me, for being so amiable, and compliant. I wasn’t going to let him down! ”
” I didn’t get water for over 50 miles, and was barely able to keep going. ” Squatch ” pulled off of the big paved highway onto a city type street, that had a much lesser speed limit. I could feel his impatience as I made my way through the city. I was burning up! ” Squatch ” was swearing about no parking lots anywhere, just frigging driveways, and kept making me go “.
” My insides were on fire, my oil was burning, and clouds of smoke were pouring out of my everywhere! I was really starting to stink, even inside, all of my burning parts were in trouble. He nursed me over a hill, and pulled we to a stop at some parking lot. I remember him telling the Mrs. ” if it dies here, at least we can get parts, and maybe nobody will worry about a strange car for a day or so. It’s only 3 or 4 more miles”. I was encouraged about how close I was to be able to get there “.
” I didn’t know where there was, but I figured if he let me rest and get cool again, I would be willing to go to the ends of all the roads that would ever exist. ” Squatch ” checked me out, touching me in just the right places, and gave me more water, and lots of fresh oil. He told me I was great, and gently closed my lid. I had been there for about an hour, and it was really dark now “.
” Dang! Not even a mile down the road and I am already starting to stink again. ” Squatch is probably scrap me if I don’t complete the drive I started. The heats getting to me….The smoke is happening again….He’s stopping! He actually pulled into a driveway and turned my power plant off. He was patting my number panel, and saying sweet things…..I was sure he would be pissed, me having all of that trouble….He just told me, I made it, I did great! I could never ask for more “.
” Squatch checked me out that very next day. Apparently he got me new pieces, and tore some of my nasty stuff off of me and cleaned me up. If you ever want to have a good time, let ” Squatch ” handle you, you won’t be sorry! He gave me a new water mover, and blocker thingy, new high class oil and even a new filter. I got lots of fresh cool water and more of the sweet slimy green stuff “.
” Squatch turned me on, and even though I still wasn’t feeling quite right, I let my power plant hum. He hadn’t shut my lid, so I guessed we were just going to sit here and see what happened. I hate suspension…All of a sudden I felt my water blowing outta me again! ”
” He was watching for that I guess, because he made me quit my power functions, and diddled with my water box overflow chamber. He put more water in me and made me turn on my power plant again. It was a funny feeling, a kind of tickle somewhere inside me. I could feel hot water running out my back pipe, and I guess he saw that too. He made me quit again and stated something about head gasket. ”
” Squatch only made me try to work a couple of times since October 25th. Now it’s spring, and he told me to tell you Blog folks what has been happening. He said he would have to leave me in a place called Reno, for another while….What are BLOG FOLKS? ”
” So, here I am waiting for ” Squatch ” and telling you how my life has become a non-life. I hope he comes back soon…..”
Well I guess this is it. I got the golden ticket, I found the brass ring, I am leaving for home. ( In the vain of Robin Williams, GOODBYE RENO, NEVADA! ) It will be a long drive. Traveling in a twenty foot motor home, towing the Nissan Pathfinder. I’ll go N. on 395, to Alturas Ca. and veer west to Interstate 97, and follow that North to Interstate 90. In America odd numbered highways are North – South, and even numbered ones are East – West. So at I-90 I’ll go east down through the Columbia River Gorge, via Vantage, and continue on to George Washington. There I can get on a cutoff that will take me to Wenatchee, missing Blewett pass, which is a miserable mountain pass, full of deer, and twisty corners.
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At Wenatchee it’s 130 miles North to Oroville WA. The rigs ( American slang for vehicles ) will be filled with all our junk including, Libby / libetha my wife, Memphis, a tiger stripped tabby, still sporting full equipment, and Warf and Sammy, the dogs. Squealer, the 1995 Geo Metro has to be left behind at this time. It never got to tell you what happened after it got us down to Redding. I’m sure you’ll love to hear about that! Butch, this is something you could relate too…I’ll ask Squealer to post that story for you, while I’m on the road, as there is Internet where it’s parked and there won’t be any, where we’re going.
Marty Casey – Creep
Libby hasn’t been home since October 12th, and she’s really looking forward to getting to her garden. We have ten thousand things to deal with when we get home. I was last there in December, and got back here on the 22nd. News is, the snows were light last winter and it will be another year of drought. That means water will be scarce, but also, I probably only have minor wind damage at home. That’s what happens when you live in travel trailers, and tents.
The dogs got a lot fatter in Reno, as they spent a lot of time eating and sleeping. They only got to get up in the hills a few times while we were here. They’ll like getting home. They have our 20 acres to play on, plus about 50 square miles of hills and ponds, and stuff to sniff out. We don’t have to worry about leash laws or animal control. There are bear, cougar, lynx, deer, rabbits, coyotes, and nearly all open range. That means in early May, or maybe even late April, the local ranchers will run their steer up around our place.
The cows! They are the critters that make it so you have to have fences around everything. They stomp your garden up, eating all of the good stuff, and crap on everything else. We allow the dogs to keep the cows away from the house, and the dogs love that. They seem to recognize a boundary that seems acceptable for all. You, or at least I, can’t even think of fencing off twenty acres, so the dogs do their part, and I only need to worry about keeping whatever out of the gardens.
Libby wants more ground tore up for all kinds of stuff. The herb spot, and veggies, goards, for all manner of projects, and more fruit trees if we can get some. We also are moving over to the hardest place to get to, when we get there. There is a great place to build on the knoll, across the yard, with a 360* view. It will get windy there, and it’s just as exposed to view as where we are ( I would like to be tucked away in the draw ) but I know I would regret, not building for the view. We will set up a temporary site, with the trailer and motor home up on the knoll, and a large covered room affair, between them. Eventually we will build partly underground.
I’ll see just how often I can get near a web signal, and do some more blogging. Libby will be happier with my non-blog-divided attention, and I am going to fret about it, full time. I already let most of you know I was leaving, so I won’t get all teary this time. I am going to miss this great community. Thanks for all of the kindness, and support you’ve given me over the last 3 months.
Jordis Unga – The Man Who Sold The World
In my perfect world, I have a power system, and Internet at home, and I won’t have to leave it for a long long time. I hope to get back in touch with y’all soon, Just know, I do have feelings for all of my special blogging community. You have been great friends…..
While I am driving North, Squealer will tell you what happened the last time we traveled together. Please pardon Squealer’s way with words. It does tend to run on a bit, and recounts travels at 60 miles per hour, generally non-stop. Talk to y’all soon : -( Feel FREE TO DROP YOUR LINK AND ANOTHER LINK TO SOME GREAT BLOGS! XXOO
” I got nominated for another award! Actually in the last few days I had been nominated for a couple of awards “.
So ain’t that just the bee’s knees? I told everyone how I had started a couple of different blogs, way back in the olden days. No one went there and checked out my brand of drivel, back in 2011. I have learned so much since then.
Unless you are willing to walk up to every web site and kick the door in, personally announcing yourself, nobody is even going to know you exist! I know, that’s sad, but sometimes the truth is a sad thing.
So, thanks to great people, such as OM ( Jason Cushman @ Harsh Reality ) for helping us to get our compasses pointed in the right directions, we have been noticed! It’s just too bad that means we are also noticed by all of the three letter spy agencies. Yes, they hang out on WordPress, just waiting for us to screw up.
Some of those ” Grammar Nazi’s ” are from those un-named super secret agencies, and they are watching us! A lighter note about that, is they can’t spell, as they are always writing in a new made up language. That cryptic language is called ” Acronymicry “, and it hasn’t been working out too well for them, as too many translations are possible from a single acronym.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. I was nominated for the coveted and much treasured ” Liebster Award ” again. It really sucked that, that happened again, as the nomination came from a very dear friend.
The saddest part of that was, I was described so nicely, and with such great respect for my being. I was almost ashamed of myself, reading such great things, about me! I am not vain! Shucks, I wish I could proclaim myself, as some of you sweet friends do.
Another something: Use the toolbar toggle in the WordPress editor, it helps a little, although, that damn editor still does exactly whatever it wants. Do your formatting, preview your work, save the draft, reformat your work again, adding spacing and the like. If you are saving a draft, just save it, but preview it before you publish.
Usually after I save a draft, so it doesn’t just disappear, I will reformat it, and publish without re saving. The editor will change it every time you hit save.
And Another Something: You will only get views and comments if you are willing to go out there and instigate the actions you desire. Yes, I am advocating you being an Instigator. Of course non-violence is best, but you may have to kick up a stink, to get some people to respond to you. Crying in your favorite beverage doesn’t work.
And Another other thing: When you want to give an award to someone, and don’t know if they have it already or not, I figured out how to find out, without personally asking! Go to their search bar and type in the thing you want to find out about. If it’s there, or a related topic, suggesting they don’t want such things will magically appear. If the site doesn’t have that thing you were wondering about, a notice will appear, saying ” No article found “. That way you can keep it a secret, until the blogger looks at their stats, and sees you looked for that information!
In leaving comments, my advice, and you know what that’s worth, is be bold! Timid remarks go un-noticed. Be the instigator, make what you say stand out. If you yell the loudest, someone will come by, look at your work and probably tell you to shut the f*** up, but, there you go. You just scored another link on your site, made an impression and were finally noticed! The squeaky wheel thing….
There is so much more I wish to impart on you, but alas, I have real time issues, and real world things to attend. Please take all of this to heart, as it may be Gospel, at least WordPress Gospel, and of course have fun with this blogging thing. If you make it out to be a chore, and get all worried about how some posts aren’t keeping to your usual topics, you will probably create a fairly dull site.
All of the people out there, cruising the web, are looking for neat, new innovative and creative sites, they can enjoy. So make it fun and remember, Don’t Forget!
BTW…You may use this thread to post a comment and your link, and links to other great blogs. Please feel free to tell others where to go, and what to do with their posts!
Hey campers, today I am going to finish packing all of my worldly possessions, and try to be ready for the sound of the starting gun. When the pistol shot sounds I will be out of here, even more quickly than the homesteader hopefuls in the 1800’s.
Signed into law in May 1862, the Homestead Act opened up settlement in the western United States, allowing any American, including freed slaves, to put in a claim for up to 160 free acres of federal land. By the end of the Civil War, 15,000 homestead claims had been established, and more followed in the postwar years.
Homestead Act – Facts & Summary – HISTORY.com
Presently I am waiting for a tow-bar to arrive, so I can hook the car to the tail end of the motor home. After the lights are set up, and I get a permit to drive a non-registered vehicle from Reno Nv. to N.E. Washington, that pistol shot will sound.
Home is where the heart is, for sure. I have put up with this city and am willing to never do this again! The paranoia and ill feelings from all of the local residents, truly disgust me. Everyone seems to believe everyone else is some kind of: Terrorist, Pedophile, Murderer, Thief, Gang Member, Rapist, or just plain crazy and not to be trusted or dealt with on a personal level.
So what kind of deviant am I? Well I don’t drive a brand new shiny car. I have long hair, down to my belt. I only shave weekly or monthly, depending on how social I have to be. I dress in rags, as they are going to get torn up, with all of the things I do.
I have allowed others to see me as some kind of scary person, to ward off contact. I speak my mind, and don’t hold back, when I think something needs to be said. If I state something in an intense manner, the police are usually called.
I don’t have or believe in locks, and locking everything up. It’s a hassle to have to carry keys to open places that really don’t need to be locked. Everyone else has a different opinion. They will point out how many places are broken into, and how much thievery is present.
It seems most of the people in this city are truly frightened. They call the police when they see a stranger in their neighborhood, and are never willing to confront someone themselves. Too many of these city dwellers don’t know their own neighbors, and barely pay attention to what is going on around them.
News stories help promote the hype, no one is to be trusted. If I’m not some previously mentioned deviant, then I must be some type of scam artist. The paranoia is rampant, and there is no way to counter that trend.
What Is Deviance?
Deviance is the recognized violation of cultural norms. Norms guide
virtually all human activities, so the concept of deviance is quite broad.
One category of deviance is crime, the violation of a society’s formally enacted criminal law. Even criminal deviance spans a wide range, from minor traffic violations to prostitution, sexual assault, and murder.
Most familiar examples of nonconformity are negative instances
of rule breaking, such as stealing from a campus bookstore, assaulting a fellow student, or driving while intoxicated. But we also define especially righteous people—students who speak up too much in class or people who are overly enthusiastic about the latest electronic gadgets—as deviant, even if we give them a measure of respect.
I was investigated by the local Sheriff, as I was parked near a middle school, waiting for my grandson to arrive. Someone saw my rig sitting across from the school, with me sitting in it. Instead of stopping and asking me why I was in their neighborhood, they called the police. That is the new ” Norm “, and my complaints as to how people are reacting these days change nothing.
I confront those I want information from. I don’t sic the law on them, just because I don’t know them, or have never seen them before. We have a whole nation full of frightened sheep, and that problem or attitude will continue to prevail.
So with all of that rant laid bare before you, I hate cities. Where I live you can barely see other homes, and certainly aren’t able to just look out of my windows into my neighbors windows. My neighbors leave me alone, and I do the same for them, but we do interact with each other, and it doesn’t involve the law!
Where I live, there are only two patrol cars used by the Sheriff’s office out at any given time. That’s two cars patrolling an area of 5,267.98 square miles. The Sheriff’s office asks that everyone try to resolve issues in a civil manner, and not include them in that process, if at all possible.
What does any of this have to do with the title of this post? My blogging is going to suffer greatly when that pistol shot sounds. I will go driving and screaming my happiness, and I truly can’t wait to get home. I am sorry my friends here at the blog, I will miss you. I just won’t miss the city.
I have to tell everyone the two previous posts were just me, trying to cause a sensation. They were categorized as blogging, writing, creative writing. ( An Internet Affair, Just What Is Allowed )
I made up those posts, thinking I could write something that would cause a frenzy. In hopes of being sensational, with an idea of producing something that might go viral. I still haven’t figured out what will go viral. Some of the viral posts seem so ordinary.
Anyway, if you followed this site due to those posts, thinking I am having Internet Affairs, you are welcome to think I am an asshole, and un-follow me. I am not doing any more than blogging and commenting where relevent. When I meet new bloggers, and introduce myself, I am usually fairly playful. If I comment on a site about serious matters, I try to keep it serious.
I do flirt, as does Libetha ( my wife ) as it is a way to make meetings less awkward, and shows people a lighter side. If this is offensive to you, I apologise. Also if you had thought you stood a chance of ” making it with me ” you will be sorely disappointed. I do welcome friendships, and even genuine love, but I am not the ” fooling around ” kind of guy.
Obviously my attempt at sensationalism failed big time, although I did get quite a few comments, and 5 or 6 new followers. In future posts I will not try to create a big commotion, as it was pointed out to me, how some people might have taken my posts seriously. Another point was made to me as to the vulnerability of some people, and how what I wrote may cause hardship or even harm.
I apologise if I either lead you on, or gave anyone false hopes. I was / am a jerk, and was proving to myself ” I am a writer “. I figured people read books because of the subject matter. I don’t really have any aspirations of being a published author, although that might be nice.
I will leave the pitchforks, and torches in the corner where you can get to them, if you feel they will help. There is also a big pile of rocks around back, and the windows are not protected from those types of objects hitting them. Breaking glass always makes such a satisfying noise!
Recently I read a post from a fellow blogger, that gave 25 reasons why he wouldn’t read some blogs. There were too many problems with a number of sites, the least of which was a black site with white writing. That was probably meant for me, as my site was that way for a long time.
Mostly it was a bitch session, but I took it to heart and thought maybe my readers were tired of straining their eyes at my place. So I rolled out the white walls, and totally ruined my widgetry. Now you can read what’s there but can’t find ” whatever you’re looking for “.
I understand if you are putting up a thousand word post, it works better for people to have it broken up into short paragraphs. Three or four sentences, maybe five if they are relatively short. That goes for all reading. You don’t want to lose someone among all those words in there, so I try to write short paragraphs.
What about this stupid font design I pulled up? Can you read me now? I am sure it won’t matter in the least, as the Word press editor will probably change this format, to something I wasn’t looking for. It always does that, you know? This font is not all that readable, but it is bold!
I never got comments remarking on the readability of the site before I changed the theme, and I suppose it’s easier for people to read when it’s black writing on a white background, but a lot of that is from our upbringing. If paper had been black when it was first manufactured, instead of tan, or gray ( papyrus, bamboo, birch bark, parchment ) people would be used to it. Then it would be normal to see white letters on a black surface.
Straying just a little, paper yellows with age and becomes brittle. Old books are falling apart due to their age. Fortunately we are in the digital age now, and digital information won’t rot, although some of the digital information is rotten!
Anyway, that fellow blogger was moaning about spelling, and I guess he had a point there, as a spell-checker could fix that. The rant about grammar was a little far reaching, when one considers many bloggers are not from America, Australia or England where English is the main written and spoken language. But then again, the Queens provinces write a different English than do us Americans.
I don’t believe translations were taken into account either, and many languages don’t translate nicely into other languages. I expect one day in the future, humanity will manage to speak and write in a universal language. Every few hundred years the contemporary languages change. Greek was the big thing for a while, and then Latin, as scholars learned the languages of the sciences.
Off topic again, I liked ” FIREFLY “, where in a future, humanity lives in another Solar System, and the language has fragmented into the two main powers of that time period. Chinese, and English. That was a great idea!
Colors, banner ads, and other distractions. That blogger said he wouldn’t read a blog if there were two many bright colors, or there were large banners, and ads all over the site. Maybe I’ll have to get some of those. I suspect he wouldn’t like the GIF’s out there either, although he didn’t really specify.
I think he mentioned the different colored texts for every other word, so look out, as he won’t read your blog either. That fellow blogger forgot to mention the sites where you need a magnifying glass to see the text. The Word press editor seems to defeat me on that score. I will write in large bold fonts only to hit publish and have the post come out in calibri 11, and spaced at 1.15, so I don’t know how to deal with that.
Wow, guess what? ( sorta off topic ) I just discovered the ” toolbar toggle ” and I’ll bet if I use that, I can get my words big enough, for you see them from another state! I am going to try that, in a few minutes if I decide this is worth the effort to post.
I think the rest of that rant was about boring, or revamped same old posts, he had seen everywhere. I guess not all that many people are very original. Everything is built up, from a lesser model, or rearranged from a model already out there. Very few ideas are truly original. If they were, the one’s with that original idea are now rich, and certainly not blogging.
I do have to admit, that fellow blogger did make a few points that even I can agree with. I won’t read a blog that spouts a bunch of racist crap, or uses profanity to the extreme, with every other word describing in the foulest manner their views or deeds, I won’t stick around to read hatred, or even just plain nasty ranting.
Sometimes you have to spice a post up a bit, by calling a spade a spade, but a person doesn’t have to get so carried away with it, they drive people away. Even nice people use profanity sometimes. There is a time and a place for that, but it’s another thing to just go on and on.
That blogger didn’t like the one sentence posts either. I guess when you go to all of that effort of pushing a button, you want to satisfy yourself, and recharge with a medium length, interesting post. Now we all have to figure out what is Interesting, and define medium length. I didn’t realize blogging could be full of so many challenges.
Oh yeah, we are not supposed to moan about all of our problems either. That blogger pointed out, we all have our problems, and we should just leave them at home. No body wants to read our dirty laundry out here on the web. Actually he stated we should just sign in to Facebook, if that was all we were going to post. I hate Facebook, so I guess I’ll just have to quit blogging.
We were also reminded to not post our tweets, as that was usually so much drivel, so now I don’t know what to do, where to go, or how to do it. I bet if I asked that blogger, he would tell me in no uncertain terms. I am glad I have friends like that here on the Internet, to guide me and insure my presence is noticed and appreciated.