I’ve been playing a Japanese game called Neko Atsume (or maybe that’s one word? I’m not sure; it’s all in Japanese) where you lure cats into your virtual yard with food and toys, then photograph them to “collect” them. There are a bunch of regular cats — and some special fancy cats, too.
And I’ve already collected them all.
I am a champion, at last.
I think I stopped blogging partially because I made my website so boring and ugly that I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. So I gave the site a makeover in hopes that I would be inspired.
I do still have things to say that don’t fit on Twitter, so I’m going to give this another go.
Someone believing me to be a different Sarah Crowder followed me on Instagram a while back. I know because I have gotten misdirected e-mail from the same person. And here’s the thing: I post selfies. She knows I’m a different Sarah Crowder.
But she hasn’t unfollowed me, and occasionally “hearts” my photos.
I guess because I’m just that awesome?
That’s right, other Sarahs. I’m in ur Instagrams, stealing ur friends.
Save for a few bands and a very few fashion trends, I have never been in on trends early. I’m not one of the cool kids. I’m too cheap to worry about new tech, too old too care about cutting edge anything, and very, deeply weird. I am an eccentric’s eccentric.
So how the hell did I end up on Ello?
I’ve never been on Facebook (mostly out of curmudgeonly stubbornness), and though I love Twitter with all of my creepy heart, I fear that it is slowly morphing into something…less fun. Then Ello starting blowing up (like yesterday, I guess?), and I thought: Why not?
Almost no one I know is on there, so I’m just shouting nonsense into the void. It has a weird interface. There are almost no non-white tech dude people on there. It’s probably not my bag, and may well slide into obscurity, just another momentary internet fad. (I don’t believe their ad-free integrity will last long, for instance. Somebody is paying for any “free” service you use.)
But I wanted to be first at something, just this once.
So feel free to follow me (codenamesarah) there, if you are so inclined.
Our new downstairs neighbor is just about as obsessed with farming Monarch butterflies as Jame Gumb was with Death’s Head moths.
I’m starting to wonder if she’s got a fat girl in a well down there.
Spring, the sweet spring, when pollen is the king.
Of my itchy nose and watery eyes.
I would tell you how awesome springtime is…if I could breathe or talk.
Here are some things I’ve noticed while strolling through the neighborhood.
There’s a crafter’s personal blog I really like because the photos are amazing. But they’re so intimate — cooking family dinners, pets, her daughter & partner — that they sometimes make me feel like a spy.
I mean, I know she puts this stuff out there on purpose, but sometimes I click away from her blog feeling like a straight up web-peeper.
It’s a weird feeling.