Hello Thinksters. In the harsh light of the early afternoon upon my bloodshot, weary eyes looking over what combination of shades of olive drab and golden rust might best be suited to the capture of this log's essential spiritual raison d'etre which is of course in the words of the late great Frank Zappa "strictly commercial" I looked over the last post desperately searching for meaning especially in the parts where I fell asleep and awoke with my face resting (if one might call it that) hard upon the unyielding plastic keyboard. I was unable to find any meaning.
Amongst the lengthy series of repeated letters broken occasionally by a few other different letters and then continuing on down the page to equally unyielding patches of space what appeared possibly most interesting were the words and their distortions as my slumbering face smashed into the keys. I have a friend whom I used to watch type so fast that when he fell asleep typing he would continue flawlessly on to write well into the substance of his dreams before his words ground to their inevitable (or so it seemed) halt. As I have demonstrated I am sure to everyone's satisfaction I must believe that I cannot do that.
So Thinksters should you find some meaning or lack thereof worth sharing you are always welcome to do so wherever including here. Whether on page, stage or even on television I did warn persons who clearly expected to be censored that neither I nor my ultimate boss, be it editor, director, or producer, who was inevitably myself, was most rarely inclined to do so. And when I did not censor unfortunately some persons said or did things publicly from which they have wished (for the rest of their lives) they had refrained.
The one exception I can think of as to Max Money was the censoring of myself or perhaps ultimately a word of Jim Morrison of the Doors when performing a karaoke version of the Doors song "The End", copyright Jim Morrison/The Doors. I was smacked with the realization as I gazed out over the overflow outdoors rear dining plaza crowd at $2 margarita night at the Mexican restaurant in Texas that there were children there who were just too young to hear it, so I changed it to a guttural sound that I had heard him do himself on certain occasions in recordings of certain performances. Most people might tell you otherwise about Jim Morrison, but we so often speak of that which we do not know.
Here in the preceding post Thinksters because I find especially maddening and entirely unenlightening the lengthiest series of the same letter filling screen after screen as I become more and more frustrated that my computer cannot get them to scroll away even faster I have deleted some of these with notation made. The same treatment I gave some of the larger blank spaces without apparent meaning other than aesthetic offense to the nearly universally held sense of what is fundamentally balanced and what is not.
Finally a call to celebration as Blog To Get Rich should now have achieved reported visits of twenty persons since its initial publication, although at least fifteen of those admittedly may have been by yours truly by accident!
Two views Max Money is especially super-excited to report are even from outside the United States and not even from North America so I know I did not make them except I did have this strange lapse recently where I suspected I may have been space-probed (yuck!), I believe Germany and Korea (although the latter may be one of the countries which has made the no-doubt wrenching decision to bar Max Money's internet presence) which makes them carry a great deal of weight according to one of my algorithms.
I in fact do not even know what algorithms are other than that we need them or need to know them or something. Really I am a little confused how those foreign viewers even ended up on our site at this point. Oh well, there is something else for us to think about and assimilate. I know, four syllables, twice as many as Rick Per. . . . sorry I forgot for a moment that this is a non-partisan "how to" site. (That idiot).
Finally, remaining Thinksters (I'll say) especially because of preparation for running advertisements or having created (b)logs for the express purpose of promoting particular commercial endeavors Thinksters who might be following along (or not along) with new (b)logs of their own perhaps newly inspired upon seeing the shambles of Max Money's work, it being apparent how easy it must be to do better, we all need remind one another that intentionally doing things that up our statistics that are prohibited are not going to be worth anything to us in the long run but just the opposite. Alright, then, blogstop!
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Amongst the lengthy series of repeated letters broken occasionally by a few other different letters and then continuing on down the page to equally unyielding patches of space what appeared possibly most interesting were the words and their distortions as my slumbering face smashed into the keys. I have a friend whom I used to watch type so fast that when he fell asleep typing he would continue flawlessly on to write well into the substance of his dreams before his words ground to their inevitable (or so it seemed) halt. As I have demonstrated I am sure to everyone's satisfaction I must believe that I cannot do that.
So Thinksters should you find some meaning or lack thereof worth sharing you are always welcome to do so wherever including here. Whether on page, stage or even on television I did warn persons who clearly expected to be censored that neither I nor my ultimate boss, be it editor, director, or producer, who was inevitably myself, was most rarely inclined to do so. And when I did not censor unfortunately some persons said or did things publicly from which they have wished (for the rest of their lives) they had refrained.
The one exception I can think of as to Max Money was the censoring of myself or perhaps ultimately a word of Jim Morrison of the Doors when performing a karaoke version of the Doors song "The End", copyright Jim Morrison/The Doors. I was smacked with the realization as I gazed out over the overflow outdoors rear dining plaza crowd at $2 margarita night at the Mexican restaurant in Texas that there were children there who were just too young to hear it, so I changed it to a guttural sound that I had heard him do himself on certain occasions in recordings of certain performances. Most people might tell you otherwise about Jim Morrison, but we so often speak of that which we do not know.
Here in the preceding post Thinksters because I find especially maddening and entirely unenlightening the lengthiest series of the same letter filling screen after screen as I become more and more frustrated that my computer cannot get them to scroll away even faster I have deleted some of these with notation made. The same treatment I gave some of the larger blank spaces without apparent meaning other than aesthetic offense to the nearly universally held sense of what is fundamentally balanced and what is not.
Finally a call to celebration as Blog To Get Rich should now have achieved reported visits of twenty persons since its initial publication, although at least fifteen of those admittedly may have been by yours truly by accident!
Two views Max Money is especially super-excited to report are even from outside the United States and not even from North America so I know I did not make them except I did have this strange lapse recently where I suspected I may have been space-probed (yuck!), I believe Germany and Korea (although the latter may be one of the countries which has made the no-doubt wrenching decision to bar Max Money's internet presence) which makes them carry a great deal of weight according to one of my algorithms.
I in fact do not even know what algorithms are other than that we need them or need to know them or something. Really I am a little confused how those foreign viewers even ended up on our site at this point. Oh well, there is something else for us to think about and assimilate. I know, four syllables, twice as many as Rick Per. . . . sorry I forgot for a moment that this is a non-partisan "how to" site. (That idiot).
Finally, remaining Thinksters (I'll say) especially because of preparation for running advertisements or having created (b)logs for the express purpose of promoting particular commercial endeavors Thinksters who might be following along (or not along) with new (b)logs of their own perhaps newly inspired upon seeing the shambles of Max Money's work, it being apparent how easy it must be to do better, we all need remind one another that intentionally doing things that up our statistics that are prohibited are not going to be worth anything to us in the long run but just the opposite. Alright, then, blogstop!
Copyright 2013 MaxMoney All World Rights Expressly Reserved
