Friday Randomness, episode I

Prepare to get random, folks.

Every now and then, I do a little housekeeping post.

Every now and then I do a little link post of interesting bits I’ve found while wandering the web.

And like Bonnie Tyler, every now and then I fall apart.

visual aid courtesy KOUFUKURON

So… housekeeping stuff…

Probably will be tweaking the theme a LITTLE BIT here over the holiday weekend.  Fall cleaning and whatnot–I like to keep the blog looking fresh every so often.  Since the little digital hamsters that track your activity for me tell me many of my readers don’t even visit the website to read the posts (they read it in a feed reader, email, mobile, or on Facebook), this little piece of information is completely irrelevant for you.  Move along.

(And yes, that is my sly internet-marketer way of reminding you that you can subscribe to my stuff here in several different ways, should you get bored with me rearranging the furniture here constantly.  Which is another little housekeeping item.)

In case you’re interested, my hubby actually almost always reads the mobile version, because he is addicted to his Blackjack II.  They should call it a CrackJack II, just for him.  But I digress.

Let’s spread the link love…

Yesterday I had a fascinating conversation on Twitter with a coworker (David Finch), a colleague (Geoff Livingston) and a steakhouse (Tumbleweed).  It was a little surreal, right up until I remembered I used to do the same thing (post on behalf of a company/product).   Only I wasn’t a steakhouse, I was a bra.

After that, I felt a lot better about the whole situation.  Plus, I got a DM coupon for free queso.  And Tumbleweed’s queso has the power to normalize almost any situation.

Like almost all social media web nerds, I read Mashable obsessively (it’s like the New York Times of web 2.0 stuff).  So when I found a post that has some pretty cool stuff for back to school, I was all over that.  You don’t have to be a web nerd to find something helpful in that post.  Trust me.

While we’re on the subject of Back to School, check out this post from NotGoingPostal (aka Lettergirl) on the Annual Pimping of the Schoolkids, also known as school fundraiser time.

Lastly, a few words about falling apart and writing-as-therapy.

I want to say that I deeply appreciate my reader-friends’ patience these last few months while I’ve been immersed in the ongoing effort of working my crazy out.  Part of that process has been giving myself permission to have bad days, to not be particularly productive, and to generally fall apart (in a safe, non-destructive sort of way!)

I would love to write here more. Trust me–every time one of you posts “I love/like/enjoy your writing” in the comments here, it totally makes my week.

There’s a piece of writing in my head that has been a long time coming.  I’ve long debated the best way to get this piece of writing out of my head and onto paper (or the web, or whatever–just out of my head would be good).  I suspect that much of my writer’s block for the last year can be attributed having this piece of writing immovably wedged in my left temporal lobe.

So I’m making a commitment to get that piece of writing out, in some form, as soon as possible, starting this weekend.  Not sure how long it will take.  So if my posts here thin out a bit, it’s because I’m working on unclogging that particular drain on my writing.  In the end, it will likely mean MORE writing here, which I hope is a good thing.

Have a great holiday weekend, everyone!


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    “So I’m making a commitment to get that piece of writing out, in some form, as soon as possible, starting this weekend.”

    I vote for interpretive dance, with video!

    1. Kat

      I’m pretty sure that my interpretive dance days are behind me. Or at the very least, my willingness to provide video evidence of it…

  2. Chris a.k.a. Hubby

    I read this post and commented on it on the website, not on the CRACKJACK… 😛

  3. Kat

    Does this mean you’re going to quit reading Facebook while driving? 😛


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