I took a few classes in the beginning of the pandemic at the Colorado Free University that kind of ruined my blogging. See, it was one thing to be blogging semi-anonymously without a care in the world, but quite another to understand how I was going to be filed away in the internet of imagination. If you've taken a second to peruse any iota of this blog, you've seen I have been pretty free with the titles and the content as well. It's been, shit, this is on my mind, time to spill that, etc. I have close to a thousand entries still in drafts, mostly because I am trying to keep true to my audience. Who the fuck is my audience? I have no idea anymore as I've careened on and off this sucker for a few decades so far. I do know that having to think that some of these titles and content might end up being my legacy is not an entirely comfortable thing. It's not that I want it curated, it's just--for someone who has nobody close to let in on my life aside from him--it's just a weird thing to assume I'll be ...
I've moved more than that, obviously, but with D, this next move will be move #6. I expected a few more, of course, but this next place we at least get to be at for 2 years, though I wouldn't be surprised if it was more like 5-6. At least let him get to the age where we can live in a retirement community--I know, you wanna judge, but have you seen those places? They're super nice and maybe 40% the cost of a new community. By then I'm gonna be old for real, instead of old for fake right now. I'm kidding, my insides are still aging like I'm on the last decade of my life, and that's been true for years. But those places have some value, and I'd imagine my existence as a permanent hermit will be easier to attain some place where they have a doctor on call 24/7. Plus, I would still be the hot young thing hitting about 50 at that point, so there's still some excitement in my future.
I feel like every time I move I shorten my life by a few months, and of course there is nobody as ...
I don't think there have been many times I haven't come up with the title pre-write. Maybe two or three times I have edited my own title out to something far more coherent and clever. Right now it seems my mind is starved enough of interaction that my titles are all over the place and there's nothing here that hopefully will need any other reference. This post has already been three things. One was an acknowledgment I am afraid, another that I need to make money. Another was the fact that I have named a game called World of Warships my husband is playing: Boaty McBoatface. If you don't know that story, go look it up--it's ridiculous.
The point is, everything I am holding off for the stories and editorials. I am pulling a few of my best websites from the ashes, you can see their guts soon.
I am finally getting it down.
