[Steemit Today] ..lazy thoughts around a slooow, slow & truly sluggish weekend start.
As one owner of a successful septic tank cleaning company put it:
“One day I realized that I was passionate about other people’s crap”
¿And Why Humor Doesn’t Convert?
¡You can choose to be just clear. But you cannot be just clever!
The conversions and eventual ROI for your humorous efforts on social networks may well be like this:
"Never allow cleverness & wittiness be overpowering clarity into the message about your products or services"
Along with nostalgia and desolation. A pair of old ladies too charlatans and very gossipers. Suddenly, joins them the most scandalous of all; Melancholy and she come screaming & cursing at all throat:
¿What the hell happened with steemit this weekend?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! this saturday seems like 50 years have passed by since the last time I exclaimed aloud with rejoicing...
¡It's A Beautiful Day!
Oh yes.... ¡right! after all:
"Life is what happens while we are busy making other plans"
Let's finish this post the same way like a fine author and good friend of mine on steemit.
How about YOU? Do you ever felt this insubstantial saturday like a race of snails? Or rather as a tennis match between lobsters on TV? Leave a comment. Share your experiences and feedback. Be part of the conversation!
(As usual, all the images, I have not the faintest idea where the hell I got them the first time. They all belong to a gigantic gallery of images that I have accumulated over the years in my multiple hard disks. And the text.. well, yep, some is mine, a few more from @denmarkguy and the rest from Rod Serling.) :)
"Follows, Comments, Resteems & Upvotes will be highly appreciated"
I wish you a Happy & Frantic Sunday... laterrr.. for a change. Cheers!! :)
My days all go way too fast and I really have a hard time keeping up with my daily feed.
I enjoyed the humor and your images. I know how difficult it is for me to write in any language other than English, so I have sympathy for you and the struggle it must be for you to make these articles in anything but your native language. I really have to hand it to you for your determination and perseverance. I wish my votes were worth more, but it is what it is. Sorry about that. If you joined my daily zombie game, I could give you a daily up-vote there when you submit your actions. At least it would slowly add up.
Well my dear @happyme, I am now kind of scratching my head with a bit of confusion after your comment. Because I went as far as to check whom are those that you are currently following and I found out that they are barely a few handful more the amount of people than those to whom I'm following too. And most of them are basically the same chaps I am following also.
So, I suspect it could have been the timeline difference between us or the exact moment when I was connected to steemit yesterday. But for instance, in my case, I found that neither @tarazkp, @denmarkguy and a handful more of prolific authors who fill my daily feed and usually keep me busy reading and enjoying their stuff, none of them were publishing much this last Saturday. From there, my observation of how boring and slow the sat passed for me all day long.
On other hand, I'm glad and grateful with your visits to my blog and your always encouraging & cheerful comments on my posts. Yep, write these articles in anything else than my own native language certainly looks like a big struggle. But trust me, I've been doing it since long long time ago. I'm already used to it. Since those days when I realized with crystalline clarity that those who shared my same tongue, they apparently could perceive and understand what I intended to share and communicate quickly and with ultimate precision & accuracy. And for the same reason, they all constantly refrained from commenting and sharing publicly their feedback, own ideas and opinions with me on the issues I had raised and brought up to debate and discussion. Therefore, too often I ended up empty-handed and abandoned in my attempt to learn something new from them or anyone else. And I could never help but always feel that continuous and perpetual sensation of soliloquy (that even when expressing myself in other languages) I have always felt that I have not been able to overcome.. yet!! }:)
Last but not least, just invite you to read thoroughly my last extravagantly eloquent cryptic creation in clear Humorous Spanglish. The only tongue with which I'm willing now to paint my speech, despite to always get the very same cricket's sounds filling up the already familiar empty feedback space to which I am already definitely accustomed.
Cheers!! :)