Let’s talk shop here. Namely, blog shop. I’ve been doing this for almost twelve years now. Not many people online today can say they have documented every nuance of their teenage and college years in excruciating detail… online.
I started blogging in 1999, when I had a web site on (gasp!) Angelfire. When the banner ads became too much and my web design skills became too streamlined for Angelfire’s clunky embedded codes, I bought space on my own server, and grrlstar.net was born. After about a year using numbered pages, I began using Greymatter for cgi-bin journal indexing, with almost daily updates. One site review I received:
“Learn all about the life of Florida’s own neo-flapper, Brenna. A self described subculture mutt with an attitude problem, she bares her life, loves and loathings in her internet journal. Definitely not for the kiddies, her site will engross you and take you on a very personal journey of a hip young artist in today’s harsh world.”
All my friends were using LiveJournal, and I began to use that in 2002, in addition to my own web site. I switched entirely to LiveJournal in 2004, and stayed there until 2010, when the ads got to be too much. I then moved here.
What I really miss about Livejournal is the sense of community. The easily-accessible friends pages to keep track of what everyone was up to. After being with Blogger a little over a year now, I still don’t “get” the set up and management of friends’ blogs. I miss that sense of community. Does anyone have any really great blogs they follow? Should I follow you? Sometimes I feel like I am just shouting into oblivion. No, not Cyrodiil… you know what I mean.
Yesterday was me & Larry’s one year wedding anniversary of when I signed my life away at a notary in Shreveport, Louisiana. Not only was it a notary in the ghetto, but the dude was a vehicle inspector/notary/vcr repairman/barber/political author/key maker. Anyway, I did my signature in Shreveport and dropped it in the mail, and Larry did his thing at the court house four hundred miles away in Texas. Things are still as difficult and there’s always this distance, and we hardly see each other. La dolce vita.
Here is a picture of a fantastic side bun I had rocking yesterday: