I just needed to stop in one more time. I'm not sure why I didn't include this in my first comment, I think it was just because of all of the excitement I was feeling by the Grand Slam you hit with this one @dandays.
That stuff with the Hi is freaky as hell. You know the big guy was looking down letting you know he still has your back and appreciates you recalling a friendship that has lasted longer than life itself.
You may have thought that I was a little over the top when I said that you are one of the best authors on #hive. Well, the attention this blog is getting proves one thing, I've got an eye for talent.
Have a wonderful day my friend!
I got the chills several times putting this together. And you just did it again.
@thebigsweed, ya'all are the best. While I got you, what do you think the problem was with that George Carlin one I did? Hope you guys are enjoying the weekend in Flo-rida. Ever hear of'em?
I have a hard time figuring how some posts I do, that may have taken many hours to put together receive little attention and some others that only take a few hours, see much more attention. Sometimes it's just the luck of the draw.
It does seem that once a post gets legs it seems to attract the attention of some of the big players.
I've never heard of Flo Rida, but I have to say I enjoyed this song. Have you ever heard of the song Slow Rider by Foghat, Before I listened to Flo Rida I thought of the song by Foghat.
I think that anyone who read your post had to have some chills running up and down their spine, if not, I'm not sure anything would move them.
I edited this. I should've mentioned something like "I probably said too much."
Good morning Sweed. Got you some more viewing material awaiting your genuine eyeballs. Take your time.
Foghat. Do I know Foghat?? C'mon man. I'm quoting Kid Rock so don't think I'm just an F-bomb dropping fool these days. Never mind, forget I said that. Kid Rock has a line in one of his songs that goes "I'd rather fuck to Foghat!"
I don't get it either man, I kinda had to stop asking myself why I can't get any whale autovotes. Sometimes I wonder what those whales would think if I left the platform and didn't come back and then I realize, if they gave a fraction of a shit, they'd support me currently.
So I just accept it for what it is. Flattered and humbled sometimes, confused and disappointed the others. When I post an article, like the one last night, I'm proud of the finish product. I also know for a fact if many other people would've released my content for me only with their handle instead, my content value would be on a different scale compared to Mornal.
Not sure what I did to get under their skin.
But I am sure about people like you, Plants, your wife, and a bunch more, there's a lot of you who genuinely appreciate what I have to say and it means the world to me and, because if that, the whale autovotes or lack thereof don't compare in value to the genuine interest my virtual friends show with my content.
Much love from us to you, @thebigsweed. Enjoy that Flo Rida sun.
It's all a mystery. Without mentioning any names, some people post several blogs a day and walk away with a pocket full of upvotes, when the content is, lets say standard shit.
Most times it comes down to who you know, not what you know.
It's funny how things go with blogging. A post worth 10 bucks puts 5 bucks in your wallet, but those 5 bucks seem to carry more weight than a twenty dollar bill sitting in your pocket.
I edited in this whole paragraph. I'm not streeeeeetching the truth when I say I edit these things to death. All that boo hoo hoo'in you had to consume, I just looked at my wallet balance and HOL-E-SHIT! Dude I'm The Luckiest Guy I Know!!
Anyone ever told you you speak poetically?? In case you have no idea what I'm taking about, just read this. It's what you said.
Talking about poetry, when Robin and I were dating and still in H.S. I wrote her a poem. She turned it into the school newspaper, the Spartan and it was published.
Being that we went to different schools, her submitting it was no problem. Now, if it would have ended up in our high school paper, the Lancer, that would have been a different story, I had an image to keep up and writing poetry was not what a jock would do.
Recently we were going through some old stuff from back in the day when we were dating and I can't believe how many poems Im wrote to her. Things like, Roses are red and violets are blue kind of stuff, not Edgar Allan Poe stuff, but right from the heart.
Firstly, I put this on everything, I wish I would've been a cheerleader!! Dude I made fun of those guys!!!!
Joke's on me
Where's the poem? You can't tell me that story and the whole cross-school thing and have me eating out fo your hand just to leave me High..... and dry.
Where's the poem?