Or okay, I blog a little. I blog on occasion. Once in awhile. The times in between the 'whiles' getting ever longer. Nonetheless, the site stays up. I tweet on occasion. And lately, I've been doing that thing the kids call Instagram. It's okay. My online self isn't dead. She just takes a lot of naps. That's how I've been thinking of it, anyway.
Today's my birthday. That means I am 34 and the site is nine. NINE YEARS OLD. That's how long I've been doing this thing. Some people say that having a blog is a bit like having a baby, but that's just stupid. I mean, if you neglect your blog, nothing actually happens. I mean, maybe you lose your url. Big whoop. If you neglect your baby, it dies. It LITERALLY dies. So, yeah, having a blog is NOT, in fact, like having a baby. (Also, a blog never bites you, spits up, or enters kindergarten only to start mooning every new person he meets. So this comparison is ridiculous. Let us all resolve to never make it again.)
Anyway, yeah. A blog is a blog and a kid is a kid, and they don't really have anything in common whatsoever, but from what I hear from those who parent, both experiences can be well-and-accurately described as so-so, comme ci, comme ça, and/or up and down.
My bloggy ups have been great (finding you -- all my fellow weirdos, -- and hearing all your stories has been an ongoing high-point), and the downs have been fairly shitty (being harassed with faux-anonymous hate mail and both excommunicated and threatened with a lawsuit by my extended family was probably the low-point). But all in all, the good stuff outweighs the bad, and so I remain online. I'm hangin' in.
Let's see, what else? Nate baked me a cake last night. And it actually turned out! Not to denigrate his cooking skills or anything (but dude can't really cook), so this was an impressive feat. (Shout-out to Gideon, who helped. Big ups, Gid!)
We haven't been doing much. There's been some family/health stuff on my plate that's been taking up a good deal of my time. The hard-drive on my 2-year old computer fried and I needed to get a new one, and in addition to that extra expense, I lost a bunch of work stuff and that was a pain in the bee-hind. And don't even start mansplaining to me about backing up -- and yes, it's mansplaining, because the people who do it are always men, because men* think they own technology. A) I KNOW and B) I DO BACK UP and C) No one likes a know-it-all.
Anyway, 2014 has been a little rough thus far, but the second half the year is going to be good. I can feel it. After all, I'm 34. Ain't nobody can tell me what to do anymore. Or they can try, but I'm probably not going to listen and nobody can make me. I'm the big boss. And I know a lot more than I did a decade ago, which is saying something. I'm really good at Jeopardy now. I'm growing. Can't say I'm not.
Now. With all that rambling out of the way, I think I shall commence the annual sharing of the "cake killer" pictures. This year, they didn't really turn out, but that's probably for the best. After all, I'm supposed to be growing, not taking weird pictures with cakes.
Happy birthday to me!
*not all men. ;)