Category Archives: blogging on blogging

moving day

I’m fixin’ ta migrate my posts over to Blogger, so after this post, I’ll be there from now on. I’ll have the domain pointing there as soon as I can, but the real URL is Once I get a masked forwarding thing set up you’ll just see and I’ll be all happy again. I’ll get the feed fixed up, too. There’ll be RSS buttons and an email subscription button. I’ll announce at both blogs when changes are active.

By the way, argh: my comments won’t be exported, so I guess I’ll link back here for the true archives. Maybe Blog2Blog will improve soon? Regardless, I am so stoked that this application exists.

wot ah am doin right now

Because one can only post one Tweet at a time:

  • scarfing pizza, enjoying a Papa John’s whole wheat crust test-run. Win.
  • uploading the clinic’s site to GoDaddy, slooooowwwwllllly.
  • emailing back the Google God who seems to have said, “Sure, you can have extra posts so you can use your Amazingly Geekeriffic Tool to post all 500? 600? posts from WordPress to Blogger. (He did not offer me any monetary compensation for being a constant Google Pimp*. Blogger will bring teh cash, though, because I can post ads. And y’all will not care, because you feel the working-mama-starving-creative-type love, yes?)
  • bumming because Blog2Blog won’t migrate my comments. I can link back to here, though, so they won’t like poof! totally.
  • contemplating what to do with the self-portrait sketch I’ve just uploaded and petting my little paleolithic eMachine for finally getting healthy enough to run Photoshop again.

*Dood. Todd Oldham’s ‘Projecting Boxes’ skin for iGoogle. So yummy. So is Todd Odlham, actually. I’m officially having a Heterosexual Day. I even entered a captcha earlier that said “hethoti” or something and thought it was cute. Oh the lolz that get me.

another meta drivel post

I’m pondering my future online. I’m concerned about having all these faces and diluting my energy, and also my what… power to cross-promote, I guess?  I’m half-assing an art blog/Etsy shop and partner parenting blog, and have a design blog and Cafe Press shop idling in the back of my brain. This blog, my precious “secret,” earns the most attention and energy from me and also gets the most hits (not a lot by blogosphere standards, but more than my other newborn endeavors, obviously.)

It seems like I should find a way to let my love of this BE a priority, and try to make at least a small bit of money with it… move to a self-hosted site, post (carefully, and sparingly) some ads and a “feed this starving wannabe artist button.” To try to be a more successful blogger, I feel like it shows more integrity or something to use my real name. Then I can actually use tools like MyTwitFaceSpaceBooker to promote all my junk at once.

I feel very distinctly fragmented. Embrace this, as quintessentially a me thing, or

Maybe it’s time to pick a direction and really focus? What exactly is the real value of having an anonymous blog? Is a safe haven to bitch about my life and write about sex occasionally worth putting all this effort into something that I don’t get real life credit for? It all comes across as very money driven, but I’m starting to address that. I’m just about fucking sick of being broke and having talents I know I can harness and letting them dribble out through the cracks in my manic, barely cohesive life.

It’s not like I’m writing anything subversive or worrisome. I might clean up the archives a bit if I decided to link to real me shit. I just don’t know. I want a direction and a feeling of goal-havingness with my online stuff. Maybe it’s not so bad to keep daisybones anonymous and separate. I’ve just realized recently that this blog is my absolute favorite creation yet, and I want to decide what to do about that knowledge.


Also, I need to check my comments folder more often. Which is to say, ever. I rescued Available Light Kathy’s comments (thanks for telling me to look!) and discovered Liz Henry, which, I mean who- er whom?- was a great discovery. Hi, Liz, you are freakin’ gorgeous and brilliant. I realize your gorgeousness is irrelevant and it’s quite unfeminist of me to  fixate on it, but zOMG your hair is killer.

i feel fine

I do feel fine now, with a ginger ale & rum.

I looked at my stats panel again because it keeps telling me all this cool shit like the fact that you can earn recognition and books by gutting yourself emotionally and then hitting “post.”

I found an incoming link from We Feel Fine. This is the coolest ever blog project. Coolest EVER. There will be hours lost, I promise you.

scary blog tiresome brain

Sometimes the concept of blogging just totally freaks me out. It’s so… publishy. My thoughts are online, visible to the public, and I feel committed to them then. Like yesterday I was all aglow about being a mom and a women in her thirties and now I feel like a colossal mess and it’s like I defined myself as that person I was yesterday but today I’m different and yesterday’s posts feel oppressive.

The mess feeling? It’s origin? No earthly idea. I’m just crazy. And possibly bored. Like Bored with Everything. Restless. Being in the office on a sunny spring day is unhealthful. I’m also mentally beating the shit out of myself about absolutely nothing of consequence and this is not good.

I want to be a person who has small, warm, comfortable thoughts. I don’t like negotiating the gulf between my giant supernova thoughts and my whispering black ice thoughts. I can’t find grey area. This comes of as very manic depressive, but it’s not like that, really. Probably. I’m just tired of thinking in extremes that overwhelm me.

Today I want SSRI’s. Instead I will walk out into the very pretty sun for a minute and breathe. Regroup. It’s comforting to have that filter now- to see that I need to refocus myself and trust that it’ll probably work. Used to just lie there spinning for days on end.

Edit: Small shot of sunshine and a quick chat with Laura did wonders. Am now so much better that I think I’d like to delete this post but am not, because it was real and me and it’s nice to have here so i can go back and say, “You know what? Wigginess is temporary. Carry on.”

the world of me progresses thusly:

Art Update

My nursing dyad* models will be at our photo studio (a.k.a. my dining room, with everything shoved against one wall while the backdrop is set up on the opposite wall and the light stands are surrounded by bump-happy dog and toddler life forms) tomorrow morning.

I haven’t even started the actual piece and I have butterflies whenever I think about it because its been two years since I showed publicly and I’m doing all this ridiculously self-censoring, self-critiquing in my head. I think I’m catching it before it enters the realm of being actually self-defeating or any other self-inclusive compound words.

Blog Update

Hi. My layout is still a patchwork of snippets from too many themes and why can’t I just take five minutes to upload anything but the giant orange dots from hell? It’s going to take a night of experimenting to play with my new CSS skills to really make me happy, but if the orange dots would just relax my eyeballs** would rejoice.

Will be happily, passionately, angrily, sexily, and actively participating in Sexography. RAINN is the beneficiary of this killer blog carnival of sorts. I’m hoping to achieve triple goals here- vent my rage and sorrow about my mom’s abuse, celebrate and reconnect to my own dusty, rusty, tired libidinal mojo, and generate a little bit of funding for RAINN. I must be hesitant subconsciously to delve into sexual content, though, because I dreamed that at a family reunion a cousin divulged the story of my most decadent exhibitionist night ever to my entire family.

Web 2.0 Goodness

I have switched to Firefox. Is love. I think I glimpsed, as I logged in to WP, a post about a new Beta version. Will check that out. Best extension, so far, is the Better Gmail add-on. I’m using version 1.whatever because it supports HTML signatures, which is how I found it to begin with- wanted linky goodness to all my 8,000 web projects.

Have also discovered FeedBurner- so soon you will see pretty buttons to subscribe to DaisyBones by email or RSS.

In the topic of Help Me PLZ, could someone help me figure out how to use the new version of CoComment? Can it automatically track my comments and I can check in and see if there are replies that I should attend to? What do you guys use? I know whatever it is it’s good, because when I comment back, you magically seem to know:)

*That is the prettiest phrase. I love the acknowledgement that the two of them are a unit together. It also evokes ‘dryad,’ a tree nymph:)

**RE: eyeballs. My cornea, it is once again whole and requires no scary surgery- just a prophylactic six more weeks of nighttime goop.

please ignore the giant orange dots

I can’t really explain their presence other than to say that I was sick of having someone else’s graphics on my blog but am too lazy to make good ones of my own. I made bad ones, though, and they’re my bad, so yay. See also how crappariffic scrolly spiral whatsits can look if you spend two minutes on them during lunch break:)