2015: Seven Years, Four Points, No Sense
One. Yesterday, I received notification that my Tumblr account was seven years old. Wow. The last time I looked at it was when it turned six years old.
I know there have been things posted here since then, but those are automatically generated by my website, MikeTheArtGuy.com.
My poor Tumblr, all alone and neglected. You may weep gently.
Two. I've been looking for a place to post where I can be more, I don't know, edgy? A place that's about me and not necessarily directly connected to my caricature business and related art. An after hours place to hang out and do whatever I want.
I don't think it's good to cut loose on my website and despite some of the things I've posted on Facebook, I'm still reluctant to really cut loose there, either.
Three. Artists, performance and visual, and other people who need to be acknowledged for breathing, seem to like to talk about themselves in some form of media and title it "Diary of a...". I made a pun with my Tumblr title. A poo-pun, if you will.
Excuse me. Do you have any Grey Poo-Pun? No?
Four. It's that damn old jolly pick-your-favorite-holiday time of year where people make resolutions. When I turned 50 in November and decided that nobody really gave a shit, I decided that my life didn't need any more resolving.
Actually, when you consider that I came pretty damn close to shaking hands with the Grim Reaper at least five times in my life, you would think that someone would be impressed by my recent birthday milestone, but, alas, no.
Instead of a resolution, I made a to-do list.
One of the items on the list is keeping an active Tumblr account. That means posting something at least three times a week. More than likely, something that I've created. My own little corner of the Internet will have art, podcasts and all kinds of nonsense. Just wait and see.
Unless I finally kick the bucket, of course. Health is hard.
Five. Starting January 1st. Be here.
