Like a damn fool I’m sitting out here in the breezy 30° weather watching the sheets from my bed dry in the icy wind. My wife just got back from the Post Office asking my how I can stand it out here. So I told her I couldn’t but it’s just as cold inside, minus the wind. So I think I’m going to go back inside and climb under the covers. Under two blankets and a comforter I finish posting about my lasted story on my website.
I’m pretty proud of the work I’ve put in on my website “TRUTH-Lies…with FD Thornton” at “fdthornton.com”. I’ve been this running site going on for at least seven years now. It’s a labor of love that apparently offers very little to the general public. But to my two or three fans out there, it’s a hit. Recently Google Ads finally got me to run ads on the site. But looking at the site with them I’m reminded of why I hate sites with ads. It’s not that I’m trying to make money off the clickbait but would be nice to get the site to pay for itself.
Still I do it for the joy of telling a story. Because I figured out a long time ago that no one cares to hear or read a story anymore. They just assume scroll through social media at lighting speed. Even giving videos barely enough time to finish. So to a point, I feel like I’m keeping up a dying art, where the story doesn't have to be overly complicated. It’s just the enjoyment of a simple distraction that makes it real. It’s a reminder of days at Grandma’s kitchen table or around a campfire with friends having a beer letting the kids roast marshmallows.
By the end of the month we’ll be moving into a modern heated apartment building. With neighbors to the left and to the right, with a few on top. It’s the first time my wife and son have lived in an apartment, while it’s been 40 years since I have. While back then it was easy to make friends with my neighbors. Now and days even our good Baptist neighbors don’t come by. But like the old dinosaur that I am, I’ll keep typing away creating stories for no one in particular. Continuing to piss off the algorithms that want to control my life. Flapping in the breeze like the laundry.
I’m pretty proud of the work I’ve put in on my website “TRUTH-Lies…with FD Thornton” at “fdthornton.com”. I’ve been this running site going on for at least seven years now. It’s a labor of love that apparently offers very little to the general public. But to my two or three fans out there, it’s a hit. Recently Google Ads finally got me to run ads on the site. But looking at the site with them I’m reminded of why I hate sites with ads. It’s not that I’m trying to make money off the clickbait but would be nice to get the site to pay for itself.
Still I do it for the joy of telling a story. Because I figured out a long time ago that no one cares to hear or read a story anymore. They just assume scroll through social media at lighting speed. Even giving videos barely enough time to finish. So to a point, I feel like I’m keeping up a dying art, where the story doesn't have to be overly complicated. It’s just the enjoyment of a simple distraction that makes it real. It’s a reminder of days at Grandma’s kitchen table or around a campfire with friends having a beer letting the kids roast marshmallows.
By the end of the month we’ll be moving into a modern heated apartment building. With neighbors to the left and to the right, with a few on top. It’s the first time my wife and son have lived in an apartment, while it’s been 40 years since I have. While back then it was easy to make friends with my neighbors. Now and days even our good Baptist neighbors don’t come by. But like the old dinosaur that I am, I’ll keep typing away creating stories for no one in particular. Continuing to piss off the algorithms that want to control my life. Flapping in the breeze like the laundry.
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