I’m so emotional. I can barely type these words: I won, you didn’t.
In a contest, it’s never about winning. It’s about everybody else losing. And I did it. I won. You lost. I’m repeating myself, I know, but it feels so good.
So many people I would like to thank; above all, me, myself, and I.
I could go on forever, but I’ll be reasonable and stick to my favorite topics: Work, Reentry, Space, Death, and Myself.
That was a slog. Can you believe I even edited my winning article? First time ever. It was…
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In my first Twitter experiment, I shared the wisdom of Albert Hundertsein.
This one is a metaphor for the startup world.
It’s also a metaphor of your articles getting viral or not. If you don’t publish in the right publication at the right time, try again.
For the next 30 days, I’ll pick a place and tweet the time.
If you’re not at the right place or the right time when you read the tweet, try the following day.
As Medium members, I’ll give you an edge. Below you’ll find the complete list of the cities, along with random times…
Soon you all will see what is inside of me. It’s hideous, but it has to come out. It’s destroying my insides, and I can’t dam-keep it anymore.
Your protection was my mission.
I lasted as long as I could; it wasn’t enough. I failed. Now it’s your turn.
We know why I took those photos with you. I knew some day my family might learn my indiscretions. I don’t know what to do for you, or what those others require. I know your future’s at stake. I’m willing to consider my part. Don’t recklessly involve me, please.
I’m ready to go that low for clicks. Wouldn’t you do the same?
He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a fart.
The question is, am I famous enough to rip this one?
We both know I’m not famous⁴².
But I don’t need to be famous to fart, nor for people to appreciate this exquisite wisecrack. I only need to get viral.
That’s where you can…
My toilets are clogged, and I can’t do anything about it. If I call the local plumber, he’ll tell his wife. She’ll repeat it to Emily during their morning coffee, and from there, it’ll spread everywhere. The whole downtown will know why my toilets got clogged, and that’s not something I’m ready to deal with, not after last Thanksgiving’s adventures.
If I call Paul, the plumber from Shorona, it will be worse. He’ll make fun of the local plumber — again. He’ll say even the neighbors don’t trust the locals to deal with crap. The local plumber will hate me…
500 followers! Can you imagine?
Here’s what I would like to shout at the top of my lungs if they could hear me like my neighbors did this morning.
Thank you so much for being there. I’ll give my best to keep you entertained!
Smillew, VP of Imagination.
So, Medium couldn’t keep up with the number of entries in the Medium Writers Challenge — MWC — and postponed the results reveal for early October.
Boo, Medium, boo¹!
On the other hand, Lucky you.
After consultation with the Cap’, the Smillew Writers Challenge — SWC — got extended as well. As long as the MWC results will remain unknown, the SWC will be open for entries.
And I’m here to tell you I will keep up with the number of entries. No matter what. The challenge has been a huge success so far, with many entries. Mostly by myself.
I was in dismay. I couldn’t do anything.
“What the Matrix, Keanu? Are you flying?” I said, feeling Minnesota. “You know farting on a dying man is a sacrilege, right?”
“Don’t worry, little Buddha; I’m the cool Hawaiian breeze². It’s my superpower. I can save dying people by farting in their face.”
Some people want to get rid of the word “that.”
I disagree strongly with that.
That’s no way to treat such a beautiful word.
“That” is so stunning that I want to write acrostic poetry.
Has a special sound. That’s for sure. Of
All the words that I know, it’s my favorite. Which one do you say?
That was something. Right?
I have many testimonies to prove that I’m not the only one to think so.