patrickrhett

2011 brought Google+, which didn’t destroy and replace Facebook the way I’d hoped it would. The fact that I wanted it to so badly did serve, however, to demonstrate to me just how much I wasn’t enjoying Facebook. It still has its purpose, and I’ll still check in on people, and my profile, periodically, but I think the hourly scanning of the endless sharing is done. So far 2012 seems to be about simplifying, and Facebook is generally the Twinkie after the dessert after the meal.

Which brings me back here.

I still feel egomaniacally compelled to document my passing through the world, just less compelled to share it in pithy one-liners. So I think I’ll start this up again. Hardly anyone read this to begin with, and I’m guessing over the past couple of years that my readership has dropped to zero, which is comforting. This can be the holiday newsletter version of my life. Freely distributed, recorded for posterity, and rarely read.

Drugged Dog

Originally uploaded by patrickrhett

Via Flickr:
Sadie hurt her back, and is on bed rest and pain pills.

Testing iPhone WP app.

Adding photo.

Looking around the website I see a lot of stuff that needs to be cleaned up and updated. Time for some spring cleaning.

Today I learned that carrots were selectively bred to be orange in the Netherlands in honor of William of Orange (according to the BBC, at least) and that there is one remaining Sambo’s restaurant in Santa Barbara. I was pretty sure all of those had closed down years ago.

Facebook is getting boring. I’m tired of composing short, witty updates that people can read on their phones. I’m tired of thinking about my audience and wondering if what I’m posting is appropriate for everyone on my friends list. Coming back here takes care of both issues, as I can make it as long as I want, about anything I want, and no one will read it.

Welcome back, blog.

Just a quick post before our trip to test posting from my phone with geotagging.

Edit: so the post works, but I don’t see my location. Hmmm.

The Girl wears lots of big, hanging off one shoulder sweatshit type things. I have been singing Maniac in my head for days.

The Girl left gobs of hair in the shower. The Wife left her a message.

A neighborhood cat snuck into our utility room last night while I was doing some laundry, crawled into the lawnmower bag and had kittens.

I am living in the future, blogging from my iPhone while laying in bed.

This is my view…