I used to be a blogger. I used to blog incessantly.
I stopped blogging, almost completely, about the time I got more caught up in playing around on Twitter, interacting with people. Also, I stopped even minimal blogging when Google killed off G+, because I was using a clever plugin to cross post anything I clipped and quoted on Google Plus back here to the “main blog.”
But we’re in almost-desperate times, and I’ve not been documenting the humdrum mundanity of life in these here Disunited States of ‘Merica.
My resolution to start blogging again started a few minutes ago with this tweet from BoingBoing’s Xeni Jardin:
A decade ago I was living a completely controlled life in a cult. Within a year I’d be diagnosed with cancer, my abuser would try to kill me during chemo, and take everything of value and all my money. Free from him and all the others now. And free of cancer.— Xeni Jardin (@xeni) January 1, 2020
On Twitter, since a short time after the disastrous 2016 election, I’ve been “resisting” but mostly roleplaying as an obscure Star Trek character, and even with the new
This shocked me, because I’m a long-time reader and admirer of Xeni’s work, and I could see from a quick archive search that I’ve been re-blogging Xeni’s posts here since at least 2004, probably much earlier. It just goes to show how little we know about people from their online personae. Even with the new Twitter TOS I’ll continue doing that as a “fan/commentary” account.
- More blogging
- More cycling
- More attention
- Less blobbing
- Less excuses
- Less hibernation
There’s a lot to do this year; the house needs work, my health needs work, and the entire country is afflicted with a man-baby sized cyst that needs to be electorally excised.
I hadn’t made much of an effort to cloak myself on Twitter, and crossposting to my Facebook profile is a calculated risk. But here goes nuthin.