It’s my second blogiversary! (And the first anniversary of the first time I used the word “blogiversary”, which I referred to last year as an ugly portmanteau, or ugmanteau, making this my first… ugmanversiteau?)
Come, join me in a mosey down Memory Avenue as I look at all the stuff I’ve been smearing over your screens in the last year.
- I went temporarily multimedia and made some videos with my excellent boyfriend, Carl. Here we are blowing plastic spiders over each other. And then there was the time he quietly tolerated me while I got wasted and played with his collectibles. We keep meaning to make more of them but then we get distracted by something that doesn’t require a butt-ton of editing.
- Speaking of Carl, he was also responsible for my acquisition of Angus, the eight-foot plush caterpillar. Everyone is sceptical of Angus until they have a cuddle with him, and then I have to stop them from stealing him. Luckily, it is not easy to secrete an eight-foot caterpillar about one’s person. (By the way: Toys R Us still has them. Do with this information what you will.)
- I had an attack of SATIRE and wrote Britain: A Guide for the Faintly Bemused.
- I wrote about Wattpad and the Wattpad Futures program – both pretty popular posts (I guess because it’s information people actually want – versus information about giant caterpillars, which they don’t KNOW they want) but I haven’t been able to follow them up because there just isn’t that much news about Wattpad. Damnit, Wattpad. You could have been my niche.
Thanks for coming along for the ride, folks. I appreciate your existence and your willingness to absorb my weirdness enormously. Here’s to another year! ❤