Meta

This was part II in my conceptual exploration of the meta possibilities offered by the platform. Part I was differently weird, but also weird.

I guess I don’t need to add my referral link one last time?

BRAGGING TIME

I understand you don’t know me and have no reason to trust me. Let’s get that out of the way. Above is the slightly photoshopped screenshot as proof.

Why am I writing this article?

1. To brag.
2. To add the satire tag at the end and keep the badge for longer.
3. To link to the stories that…

This is a rant

Hey Ev,

I first joined Medium in 2012 and have been ungrateful ever since.

Five months after joining, I started making good money on the platform and broke the four digits mark (see my photoshopped screenshot for proof).

Since then, I’ve been feeling entitled to my earnings and would like…

Getting the last kick out of the MWC

If you don’t live in an alternate universe as I do, you likely lost the Medium Writers Challenge⁸⁸. Given the quality of your writings, it’s hard to understand why.

I’m here to help.

Here’s a top-secret transcript⁹⁹ from the judges’ judging center located in one of the best resorts on…

100 words

If you’re a writer here, you might need a backup from time to time. Someone that would:

• be first to clap and comment on your article,
• tell you where some editing is required,
• review your draft one last time before submission.

You might even want tough-love feedback. The kind that…

Two headed horse tails

As banana split, my arch-enemy, is served, I can’t help but wonder how many times we’ve done this before. Is this what they call fate?

“I can do this all day!” I shout. The server doesn’t flinch; she knows me too well. We almost went on a date once.

Returning…

Listing the ten things of something is just shitty writing in the form of a listicle²².

But Paul likes them.

He wrote several already. Link, link, link. I guess he’ll soon write the 10 Things He Would like to Write 10 Things About.

ANYWAY.

Here are the ten things I…

No kicker in the balls, please

My wife didn’t murder me while I was washing the dishes. She waited till I finished.

But let me backtrack a bit.

It was a sunny Sunday morning. The ones we usually see in commercials for tampons and pads. …