Catching up to the 20th Century
Jan. 22nd, 2009 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
acmespaceshipOK, so entire lives -- births, deaths, marriages, divorces, nifty new restaurants -- are transpiring among my friends and I have been missing it all because I was not *gasp* ONLINE.
It's not that I'm new to computers. I was once the go-to person in Arthur Andersen's tax division for WordStar support and I am not making that up. And yet... I have no web site. No blog. No (so help me god) Facebook or MySpace page. A tiny handful of Ravelry projects, yes, but that's it. Why not?
See, every morning I wake up and get my husband and son off to work/school. Then I feed the cats, one of whom needs repeated feedings throughout the day because he is 16, has bad kidneys and bad teeth, but will not die. Then I check on the ferret who gets twice-daily meds. I water the plants. I check to see that the birdbath has water. I water the garden in season. I check email and cajole my clients. And then I want to find a puppy and kick it because I am well and truly sick of nurturing things.
Friends have tried to give me sourdough starters and I beg off politely... while wondering why in the hell would I want to take on the responsibility of caring for a living ball of flour!?
And now I have taken on the responsibility of caring for a blog. Like I needed this? But hey, it's time to man up. So here we go. Thanks for listening.
It's not that I'm new to computers. I was once the go-to person in Arthur Andersen's tax division for WordStar support and I am not making that up. And yet... I have no web site. No blog. No (so help me god) Facebook or MySpace page. A tiny handful of Ravelry projects, yes, but that's it. Why not?
See, every morning I wake up and get my husband and son off to work/school. Then I feed the cats, one of whom needs repeated feedings throughout the day because he is 16, has bad kidneys and bad teeth, but will not die. Then I check on the ferret who gets twice-daily meds. I water the plants. I check to see that the birdbath has water. I water the garden in season. I check email and cajole my clients. And then I want to find a puppy and kick it because I am well and truly sick of nurturing things.
Friends have tried to give me sourdough starters and I beg off politely... while wondering why in the hell would I want to take on the responsibility of caring for a living ball of flour!?
And now I have taken on the responsibility of caring for a blog. Like I needed this? But hey, it's time to man up. So here we go. Thanks for listening.
