BLOG CLOSED
Go here instead. G’wan. Git.
Go here instead. G’wan. Git.
I have a history of going through blogs like so much toilet paper. I realize this makes it difficult for anyone to actually know what I’m updating anymore and what has been abandoned. I also realize how easy it is for people to give up all together.
Sorry. I’m doing it again. But this time, I want to hold your hand through the transition. Take, and let us walk together.
I have been experimenting with online media for a while now, but I think I finally have a system that’s going to work well. My (probably) permanent public blog and website is at thecityoftides.com. Jeremymattocks.com will still work; both domains point to the same place. If you’re already subscribed to the feed, I’m 86% sure it will still work; at least I made it slightly easier for everyone.
Now, a blog isn’t a tumblelog. If you need some clarification on the difference, I recommend the appropriate Wikipedia article, as is the custom of my people. Since I’m an unabashed geek with a love of making bits of text appear on my screen, I have one of each. My new tumblelog—in other words, a replacement for what you’re reading right now—is available at tlog.thecityoftides.com. It’s called Tidepool Park. My blog links to my tumblelog and vise-versa, so it is nigh impossible for you to lose your way. If we’re FriendFeed buddies, both site feeds will appear on there. Unlike my old tumblelog, this new one is public. If you don’t know what FriendFeed is by now, you probably wouldn’t like it anyway, so don’t worry about it.
All other blogs, tumblelogs, and online journals will have a notice of closure and a handy hyperlink to this site.
Finally, if you find all this Internet-speak garbage frustrating and tedious, just remember: “There is no spoon.” If there were, it would probably be too big anyway.
[More]
My sister thanked God for killing her cat so she would focus her love on Him above all else.
Fuck religion. Just… fuck it. I can’t stand this shit.
No internet until the 10th, by the way.
Also, I think I’m being hunted. Will maintain radio silence until the crisis is averted.
I shit you not. Prepare for severe squeeage.
[More]
Today’s assignment is a meta-assignment.
I once kept a lovely hipster-PDA style planner, and I gave myself assignments for each day. This made me very organized and productive. I want that back.
—
[X] Restore the PDA to its former glory (update calendars, draw up daily checklists for the next week, etc)
[X] Come up with a reasonable spending budget
What happened?
I gotta get myself back together. I was really starting to admire myself for a while there. Now I feel like crap, I look like crap, I’m tired, I’m uncreative, I’m spending money like I actually have any to spend. I dunno, maybe I’m punishing myself or something. But this downward spiral shit has to stop. I gotta get back on the horse, start running again, stop drinking so much, start eating healthy again. Be productive. Pay my bills. Get my act together. Moping time is officially over.
It’s too easy to say “I’ll get my life back on track when X happens.” No. Tomorrow. No excuses.