RE: The Charity Collector
On this post, yes scroll up to the bottom of your post and next to where it says "16 votes", there is a little arrow to the right of it. Click on that and read where the votes came from. You'll find the seedless one in 3rd place.
Maybe for straight up blogging, WordPress could be a good place to be. Google's Blogspot was another good one if it still exists, I'm not certain, I haven't logged in for years.
Partiko, Steampeak, and the latest, Palnet are all different front ends running on the Steem blockchain. The only thing they don't give you access to is your Steem wallet, which was recently split off from Steemit's blog site. From what I hear, Palnet is the place to be, but I haven't spent much time there since everything is still mirrored in Steemit.
Steem in and of itself is fantastic as a means of exchange. It's fast and reliable. On the other hand, I remember reading about a year ago that at that time it had an inflation rate of about 8%. That means that if you self voted 10 times a day, you barely broke even. If all your Steem came from rewards, why would you care, but if like some you paid for Steem and powered it up, having your rewards and rep flagged down to zero is a different matter, especially when they come after you and flag every post and comment for weeks on end.
That brings me my current situation. With a rep less than 10, one can't post images, nor will the vote do anything to boost the rep of those you vote for. It basically renders the account useless other than written text, greyed out of course if the rep falls below 0.
The seedless one is an account created to function on someone else's delegated steem, mine, and since it's silent, or doesn't post, can never be flagged to zero. I can now use that account to up vote your posts, and also boost your rep, and I can also do this for my own account, ..until I get flagged again. I can then start all over again like that big rock being pushed up that hill of self loathing you described earlier.
Tonght I tried if this works, and it does, so I'll be up voting all my comments from now on until my rep is back above 10. Like you, I didn't come here to compete or make money, but it seems that from me, they'll accept nothing less than pure greed. So be it, I purchased a small fortune in other coins.
Aha. Get the seedless bit. Knew you had a plan!
Straight up blogging. Oh you know me better than that.
Glad to hear about your small fortune. Clearly a words and numbers man. Lucky you.
What am I saying! It's got nothing to do with luck! You've got more brains than you know what to do with them. Hope you don't spend them all on making money.
My brains meet a real challenge reading your musings. I'm proven not that bright as I often spend 15 minutes reading your post, researching stuff I haven't seen before for an hour, and then read your post again and at times I still don't fully grasp what you were trying to say. Read again, wait, ..what I miss? This is सुख stuff and keeps me coming back for more. Don't underestimate yourself.
Edit: I forgot to add "please" at the end.
Order or request received. (Thank you)
Mission accomplished. Over.
(Clear enough?)
I'm not sure. I neither ordered nor requested being quite happy with the status quo. It was a compliment in case you didn't get that.
Sorry if it came across as anything else.
Not at all! It totally came across as intended! And was - as per ususal- taken as a much needed dietary supplement.
The whole world being out here makes for a very long period of discovery - who is from where, what background, what motives, what intent, what tone. I discovered well into round one already that you are a sensitive soul, who has no bite (the growl suffices). In round two it became clear you had assumed the same about me and now in round three I take liberties. Apologies. I don't let you catch your breath. I was rushing ahead with a new scene for you to decode. May we pause then to underscore, I take no defensive tone with you, for I could never feel attacked by you. That is a decision I have made a while back already.
I fear I might have been too cryptic, though. But I've been dipping into cryptocurrency affairs, trying and failing to come to terms with it.
I was taking in the view standing shoulder to shoulder on the dock of the bay, looking at your battered boat, being rather sarcastic about the status quo. I don't like what it must be doing to you also in the real world. Even if it isn't doing anything of any import, it's like you say, more than annoying.
I was juxtaposing my florid work with a curt reply: the style you make an considered effort for set off againist what would be preferred by most simple souls. Simple. Short. To the point. Communication is little more, nowadays. Of course, I hadn't missed the "please" without it edited in. I thought you would realise we had passed polite, non-committal; therefore I assumed a modicum of irony in the after thought; and I reciprocated thus, if in bolder print; meaning to point out that your close reading is remarkable (even to me, I am still thinking about what this means) and unparallelled. As if you ever could be blunt to me, and even if you are, I'd dig deeper to read what you are really saying.
On this dock where I work much like the immigrant in Coetzee's "Childhood of Jesus" (odd book: does it work, does it not?) I sometimes get knocked into the water, half drown, recuperate and carry on like a military woman or a crusader, a trooper, a Mary Seacole. You hand me a towel, and give me a "chin up". Only I know too well how endeared I am.
As in all harbours the going is very rough here. You need a lot of callous on the heart. You have some, I have some and so we get a day's work done. Harbours make for seedy places where the seedless may not even belong. But hey, here we are seeded and all. I may have had a former life that depended on harbours. I can imagine if I were me (as a boy) 200 years ago, I would have taken to the seas to keep the chimera alive that there are better places. There are things traded beneath the surface interesting enough to have brought me here; it is all part of the work and you know how I love to work.
The irony, the sarcasm, the dismay is never for you. It is for a world that pretends to be happy with its mango-eaters, Wednesday walkers, smooth operators and (debatably) bombshell models. It means to armour against the scouring money and burdensome debt and the waste of time made actually for the things we need as human creatures, not the things death wants for supper.
I do realise - and hence fall ever into lengthier prose - that it is a never ending challenge to communicate efficiently (without causing confusion or upset) with the very limited means we have in any form of communication. Written messages are the worst. It has been a difficult life for me ever since letters (epistles) went out of fashion. Two or three life times ago,I suppose, when we still wrote for the passage of time, letters that we hoped would survive in the hull from here to the Indes. But in trust, with you, I commune.
You've spoiled me so it was a bit like a shot in the dark with no muzzle flash to see where it came from. The way sound travels in the woods is deceptive, but shame on me, I should have known better. I do now :)
muzzle flash (now here is me looking something up) = something that tells me YOU might be someone who WOULD know what to do with a grenade under the bed!....