The internet is for reinvention. Right?
So, like, a million years ago, I did a bunch of stuff on the internet. I blogged. I tumbld. I tweeted and commented and even had a website with my name on it. (Since 2003, if you can believe it!) (And all this with a day job, no less!)
Then I had a couple breakdowns, left Chicago, did other people’s internet stuff for a living, and dropped off the face of the planet. I resurfaced briefly last year, in the midst of a career meltdown and then collapsed into the loving arms of maybe the worst depression of my life, complete with my natural haircolor. What the fuck, midlife crisis?
Yeah, that is a super cute cat in the background. Oh, and my natural hair color. Really.
Welp, the times they are a-changing.
My career is headed back in a direction I’m happy with, if also petrified because I’ll be taking some pretty intense risks in the not-so-distant future. A big part of that is getting internetty again. Stretching out my content-creation muscles and seeing if they’ve entirely atrophied working on other people’s stuff, while working for other people, for so long. Rediscovering that I actually do know my way around favicons and frameworks, and getting back on the social media horse. I think I have something to say worth typing up again. Hopefully?
I don’t want to outline everything and make a bunch of promises. The internet is filled to bursting with the dried husks of shit people said they were going to do, and then utterly failed to do. The internet is the world’s blank diary.
I think I’m going to try to fill up some pages, though.
Mostly, tonight I just wanted to type something up and publish it without overthinking. I’m alive. I’m internetting. I’m making music, and I have plans to put it on the internet, accompanied by many swear words, and possibly, like, videos or audio or something. Phoenix time.
BONUS for reading all the way to the end: please enjoy the best Star-Wars-related music video of this century:
