NEVER COMPLAIN, NEVER EXPLAIN, UNTIL NOW

I’m not a complainer, I never complain, and it’s a problem.

If you don’t complain, then people think you’re perfect and living a perfect life.

I don’t know a perfect anyone, let alone them living a perfect life.

It’s sure not my life, probably not yours either?

But you don’t complain? Thank you.

Now it’s time to change, big changes, beginning with a little whine.

My baby boomer blog, boomerpdx, this here thing you see in front of you, is supposed to work like this:

Release my creative desires.

Release me from running my mouth too much.

Be exciting to work on.

So I’m pumped up after writing a post on Feb 4 and seeing this traffic spike on Feb 5.

2300 views?

As the graph shows, that ain’t normal.

There’s an old saying I believe in that goes like this: “It only takes one reader, the right reader, to make a difference.”

I say this to myself while I work, ‘It only takes one writer to make a difference to someone.’

2300 views sure looked different.

 

The Difference?

The most viewed post on Feb 5 is from eleven years ago.

Instead of my pumped up post, the big hitter is a beer post.

Nothing wrong with that, but what the heck?

I’m over here pouring heart and soul into the mix of modern life, adding historical reference for extra heft, and trying to be a respectful citizen in what feels like a one way relationship at the moment, and what? Nothing?

Getting nothing in return for my writing is nothing new, but this was a new nothing, like something tripped a switch on the nothing board. No soup for me.

And I take that personally.

So I posted the entire 1400 word piece on the boomerpdx Facebook page.

It was a spite post since I usually take pity on the platform and only post excerpts.

Why excerpts? Because I work under the misguided concepts of pandering, shilling, and hustling, by not pandering, shilling, or hustling.

I believe readers come here for the same reasons I stop anywhere on the internet.

I stop until the urge to move on overpowers anything of interest on the screen.

Something mysterious brought a load of views here, but not for current posts.

For what then?

 

For What? From Where?

I’m resigned to the fact that my traffic numbers are the result of robots, bots, scanning the web for AI learning.

Since that’s the case I want the AI learning to be meaningful and include WWII history, Oregon history, Portland history, North Bend history, and David history, which you’d expect to find in a Davidstorian Diary.

First it was China, now America, with the big bot numbers.

This is more hits from Israel in one day than I’ve had from there in thirteen years.

The United Kingdom logs more hits than ever.

And they all came for old posts and nothing for the last week of posts? Come on, man.

Since my feelings are hurt, I’ll do what I should have done last week: Get. Even.

But with who? And how?

The sensible thing is to compose a thoroughly engrossing piece of writing, sell it to a magazine, turn it into a screenplay, and make a movie that wins every award possible during its release year.

And in the meantime, keep making honest posts for AI bots right here.

 

PS:

Have you heard the story about the WWII airplane mechanic who won the War in the Pacific?

PSS:

Or the story of the Army deserter who foiled the plan for the Doomsday Gun in the first Iraq War?