Please Refresh Your Browsers
So. Yes. Right. If anyone’s still bothering to check in on this site, I thought I’d let you know that I’m trying to get things going around here again. This site started in 2000 as a group blog whose primary purpose was for my friends and me – in that way that only wise asses in their middle 20s can – to wax on about how clever we all were. Five years hence, I still think we’re a bunch of clever buggers, but it’s become apparent that this thang ain’t what it used to be, and by that I mean "No one but me posts anything, and even I don’t post anything all that often."
Lately I’ve been sort of examining my life and thinking that I need to Do Something, and it all sort of hit home the other night when I found myself sitting home alone on the couch watching "Being Bobby Brown" and wondering how the hell I got to the point where I whiled away my time watching a man talk about how he once helpfully pulled a turd out of his wife’s ass, and how not only am I watching such a thing, but not actually really enjoying it at all, but staring at it because, well, the new season of Law & Order doesn’t start up ‘til next month, and the History Channel’s having another All-Nazi Marathon (Dear History Channel: Please find something else to talk about besides Nazis. Thank you.), and I could run on upstairs and get that book I’ve been reading, but that would require me to actually go upstairs and maybe turn off the television. Is it any wonder, then, why I collapsed upon my poor work-weary husband a couple of weeks ago, snotting all over his good tie and whining about being depressed and unhappy with my career? And he held me, and then told me – in a very kind way – that I ought to really just shut the fuck up and Do Something Besides Watching TiVoed Episodes of Dr. Phil and King of the Hill, and maybe that Something ought to be writing.
I think I told him to go to hell, which is my normal response when he’s being very perfectly right about something.
From here on in, it’s just going to be me chiming in here at Six-Layer Kate. I never really paid a lot of attention to what kind of readership the site got when we were in full swing, and it’s not as though I ever attained (or aspired to) Blog Rockstar status, but on quite a few occasions over the past half-year or so, I’ve been asked by friends, family, acquaintances, and even a couple of people at my 10-year high school reunion (the fuck? how did they find this site? but if they're reading, hello!), "Why don’t you post to your blog anymore?" And I usually mutter some crap about how, y’know, I got married and we bought a house and got a dog and stuff, and it was hard to find the time to post what with all the working and buying of weed whackers and a great big suggestive-looking leaf blower/sucker contraption that makes me laugh like hell whenever Marc uses it around the yard because it looks like he has a giant dick and scrotum strapped across his chest. Evidence:
At any rate, my excuses are bullshit, and the real reason I don’t post (and why I don’t write) any more are because I’ve been lazy, and I want to stop that now.
Lock and load. Here we I go again.
posted by Kate at 11:47 PM link/comments
