Midnight Mulling - I reached 50% at caucus99percent - next: 33 & 1/3rd %

"Oh, and of course, thank you to all the 'little' people."

Feels like that - sometimes. Part of the online economy is "Appreciation." Both ways.

One thing to fight the feeling of being non-appreciated by others is to give a 'thumbs-up' when you read a comment. As long as it doesn't cost you anything.

"But jabney" you say, "It does cost something. Keyboards don't grow on trees, you know. Key surfaces are finite. Or mice. Or, especially, surface-touch displays. Not to mention the cost of the Internet. etc. etc. etc."

Really? And yet withholding a thumbs-up seems a big deal to some people. Why? How about some time to Appreciate? [video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpxdtWJAfSY]

And we can all agree, I think, that the programmers behind caucus99percent are doing a really good job. I especially appreciate the little tweaks like the "open" thumbs-up. Because, if somebody made a good comment a couple of weeks ago, and I just found it, I can add a thumbs-up! Don't know if that stays open for ever, (databases are essentially finite - eventually) but at least a few weeks is nice.

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you reached 50%? 50% what?

I'm taking a wild stab: you got back half your marbles? I'd be pretty happy too I suppose.

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The 'irony' was that the writer (played by me, #730) was taking the credit for growing to 1,460 (in the title and the first line) - quoted - by the way. The rest of the essay was refuting the bragging in line 1. At least that was goal.

best, john

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Strange that a harp of thousand strings should keep in tune so long

for you, John.

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...of available Stacks! (Or something like that --grin--)

best, john

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Strange that a harp of thousand strings should keep in tune so long

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