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And then this happened with a certain British Unbelievable founding member earlier his week ...

 

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

 

Blathering On

You know, I write. A lot.

I have in excess of 500 posts on this blog alone. Another 900+ on CliqueClack, the television / film site I used to write for before it went dormant. Another couple hundred plus at The Unbelievables site co-written with some good friends and probably close to 200 more on Hotchka, another television / film site I currently blather on. Hundreds more broken up on several other blogs I possess not to mention probably the same amount on fellow social media friends' sites and blogs, guesting and co-hosting.

What that translates to is a lot of writing. Not near as many as some, quite a bit more than others.

Along the way, I've angered, informed, sarcastigated, offered some boneheaded theories, proffered my own brands of justice / worry / knowledge / comedy and more.

But when it comes to this particular blog - Rupe's Value Added Services - which has been in existence for 11 years, I've never topped 100 posts in any given year. Yes, I've written 200 posts on average combined, yet I haven't on my own personal scribble-site. (The lone exception is my photo blog - F ( STOP) where I have 1,000+ postings over the course of 9 years. There, I have 4 years in a row running of 100+ postings ... but it's not a true writing site in my eyes.)

Well ... that changes with the unfurling of 2019. It's a personal goal of mine to cross that 100 post threshold next year and, by golly, I'm determined to do it come hell or high water.

I still have tons of thoughts and fodder to put down on virtual paper and only I can stop me. But ... I'm not going to. If that makes any sense. And it does to me.

Wait and watch and see ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Done, Done And Done

Welp ... here we are.

The final day of National Blog Posting Month, the 2017 edition.

In truth, it seems like it went by in a rush. All of a sudden, the final day of November is here, Thanksgiving is a distant memory and the last month of the year - with all its pageantry, decorations, lights and music - looms large.

Does that mean the curtain is coming down on blogging, sharing stuff and doling out vital information that needs be doled out for your personal edification? 

Of course not. 

It's just an end to NaBloPoMo, that's all. 

I can satisfactorily state, with emphatic aplomb, the commitment of this little exercise wasn't as difficult as it initially appeared. Blathering each and every day, 30 individual times without a break and without preparing posts in advance ... couldn't that lead to some possible anxiety-inducing disquietude?

Nah. All it took was a little extra thinking, a bit of delving into the past, a few first-hand situations and some imagination. (And, yeah ... I've got imagination to spare, as evidenced by some of the topics I've provided over the course of the month. Possible Nutcracker Of Death, anyone?)

I still have yet to seriously delve all the other participants' blog postings. But I love reading, so that won't be a problem. While I might have set a goal for this week, it's taken a different path and shoved my whims and desires by the wayside.

So ... it's been fun. And inspiring. And enlightening, too. I hope those who have partaken of my assorted brands of monkey business have either been entertained or learned sumpin' useful. Or not. 

Hey, who knows? Maybe I've even won you over on something ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP with the NaBloPoMo posts already, for Pete's sake ... )

Of course, at the very end of it all,
the damned logo has finally gone and righted itself ...

I Love Comments

Let's face it: A large part of the fun of blogging / posting on Freakbook / McTwittering / ad nauseum comes from the responses we garner from blogging / posting on Freakbook / McTwittering / ad nauseum. 

At least it is for me.

Most of the time I do what I do because I like to do it, nothing more. However, there are select times when it fulfills a requirement inside me commanding "Use your words!" ... comments be damned. It's a kind of catharsis, a release if you will, with the end result being a little twinge of satisfaction a few sentences (sometimes quite a lot more than a few sentences) have been committed to two dimensions.

But ... there's that large part that looms, that part that gets off seeing what others have to say about what's written.

As a result of reading those comments, I've laughed, I've become angry, I've shaken my head (too many times to acknowledge), spewed my beverage of choice, struck up friendships, had my jaw dropped painfully on the desk. And each and every one have made perfect sense in their own ways because the writer has something to respond or convey as a direct result of what they've read. 

It's the comments as follow I have trouble trying to make sense of. I've collected a few examples of recent responses from posts I've written along with a couple from my fellow colleagues' posts.  I've sited the original writings if you're so inclined to peruse what initiated the comments. Trust me, though ... it's not much help where the writers of these four items are coming from. (All below have since been marked as spam and were deleted. I'd've rather had them left on the posts as comic relief, personally.)

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(Taken from my post Arguably the best American Idol audition ever … yes, ever)

Uhmmm ... wasn't I talking about American Idol in the post above. Because I thought was.

Pretty nice post. I just stumbled upon your weblog and wanted to mention that I've truly loved surfing around your blog posts. In any case I will be subscribing to your feed and I am hoping you write once more very soon! (Taken from the post Reasons why season 6 of True Blood will be hard to sink my teeth into by Kim Tibbs)

While commenter appears to have "truly loved surfing around" Kim's post and others, she apparently feels there is only one final piece left for her to compose.

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I don't know about you, but I loved that one ...

This is a single great post. We are currently trying to find adjustable piano bench for own house and also this is unquestionably of great resource! (Taken from the post Badass ladies of DC Nation by Katie Schenkel)

Katie says: "I spammed this already, but I thought it would be helpful for you all to know that I am unquestionably of great resource for adjustable residential piano bench information." Who knew she was a great resource?

Hi there, just became aware of your blog through Google, and found that it is truly informative. I'm gonna watch out for brussels. I will be grateful if you continue this in future. Many people will be benefited from your writing. Cheers! (Taken from my post Those were the boys on American Idol this week … right?)

Now ... while I appreciate the writer has become aware of my post (or "blog" as s/he has erroneously noted) and the fact many will benefit from it, I don't know where the "brussels" reference came from. There's nary a mention of the city or the sprouts in my writing. Could the commenter have meant "bustles" rather than "brussels" ... ??? That would make a little more sense ... but not much.


Of course, none of the above compare to that of one particular comment received by one of my colleagues. I will probably forever be jealous of that one ...

Regardless of my jealousy, however, I look foward to any comment that comes my way as a result of what I have to blather. They're little wrapped packages of surprise waiting to be read and - sometimes - comprehended.
 

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

 

Conversation .....

Harold and Maude had just escaped the heat of the day to refresh themselves with a quick fast food meal at a local Weinerschnitzel. After ordering, both sat down at an empty booth when an argument between two unseen employees broke out behind the counter. One was yelling at the other in Spanish:

“¡Mirar! ¡No me importa lo que usted piensa que sí, no es trabajo! ¡Ese es el tercer cliente del que traté de hacer una cosa y salió otra… después de que usted ha dicho usted fija bien desde la primera vez! ¡Ahora salir allí y cambiar la contraseña de root beer!”

(Translation: “Look! I don’t care what you think you did, it’s not working! That’s the third customer that’s tried to get one thing and it came out another … after you said you fixed it right the first time! Now get out there and change the root beer!”)

Harold and Maude looked at each other and smiled.

“Geez! What was that all about? But more importantly, don’t they have a word in Spanish for root beer?” Maude asked.

“No, they don’t,” Harold responded.

“That’s just dumb. You’d think they could say “root beer”! They have to use English words to say it?”

“What restaurant are you sitting in?” Harold asked.

“Weinerschnitzel,” Maude replied.

“That’s right. And there is no translation for “Weinerschnitzel” in English. So what are you going to call it? You’re going to call it “Weinerschnitzel”, just as you’ve done since you first learned the word,” Harold explained. “Not everything translates ..... and English isn’t the be all, end all …”

Moral: Dogs and root beer usually go together. (That is ... if you can make yourself understood when you order'em .....)

........................................ Ruprecht ( STOP )

If you have a better moral, post it, Diego .....