Wet Dog

It’s a new morning, 6:45 am. I wonder if it’s going to be a strange day because I woke up at 6 because I’m still trying to reset the timer for the coffee, so instead of 6:25, it went off at 5:55. I let Winnie, my dog, out to pee then as well and laid back down but couldn’t sleep and had to go number two. I got up, did my thing and got ready to write this when I hear the dog barking. Shelley, my wife, let him out back because he threw up in his crate. It feels like a very eventful day that’s less than an hour old. Today I’m going to the woodworking school and we’re getting ready for our “Show and Sell” at the ChooChoo, so I’m expecting that we’ll be moving furniture and building mock rooms down there to display it in. It is raining pretty bad today so that will make it interesting. I’m going to bring my poncho and might as well bring and extra shirt. Yesterday I was getting a bunch of this social media stuff figured out. It’s been years since I was actually involved with any sort of online presence and these app change fairly frequently. I suppose they change frequently in small ways so the users don’t complain, but when you don’t use an app for over a year it’s like going to a new city, everything looks off and your old sense of direction doesn’t seem to work. I understand the apps keep making changes so that people are getting a new experience and they don’t get bored of coming back, but that is exactly my complaint about the tech world, and I suppose you could say it’s human nature. Facebook, instagram, twitter, they already do a thing they’re known for, there’s no need to add more. In fact I think a lot of companies see problems because they attempt to be a site for everything which of course means they get nothing right.

Introduction

This is my first post so I guess a lot should be explained. I’ll try to cover everything I think is important, but there’s no rush to get it all at once, so stick around and I’ll explain myself properly eventually. First, I’m here because of a book called The Artist’s Way, there’s an exercise in there called the morning pages where you write for two pages. I assumed the author meant two hand written pages and I translated that to 300 words, so I try to write 300 words a day. I don’t always succeed at writing my morning pages, but I think doing them has been very good for my mental health, so I try to keep it up. I’ve someone recently opened up to letting my wife read my morning pages and it has been a positive experience and I’m currently starting to share more of my life with instagram and twitch, so I figured I would make my writings public as well. If someone wants to watching even a second of my life, there may be more of it they’re interested in and who am I to withhold what the people want. I guess that explains why I’m here, to explain what I write, it can be anything. Usually I will just recount what happened to me the previous day and add what my thoughts of the even were, but sometimes my mind won’t do that and it just starts in the middle of a fictional story. I’m just trying to type whatever comes to mind. To let you know a little about me, it’s complicated and you’re not going to get to know me better than through checking back in and reading my morning pages, following my instagram and watching my twitch stream. This is so weird, it seems a little un-human, but what other creature could do such a thing. We failed at making a machine into a man, so we’re trying to go the other direction.