Until yesterday, there were six years worth of posts on this blog. In the previous incarnation there were three years of posts and a few year’s worth in the version before that, etc. I have all the entries, pictures, comments and digital ephemera backed up and saved to remind me. After all, I’m the girl who has the HTML from her first web page. Nothing gets deleted in my world. 
So what’s up? I scrapped the content, switched hosting companies (Hello Hostmonster!), switched blogging platforms (from Movable Type to WordPress) and redirected multiple domains to one spot. I’ll need a few days to put a few links back, revamp my “about” page, decide on the look. Some things will continue from the old site, but the focus of the new version will change — fewer memes, more substance.
Blogging has always been a process of experimentation and reinvention for me. If I’m no longer learning or happy, it’s time to move. So if you’re new to this site, I hope you can learn from this process of change, and if you’ve followed me for a while, I hope you’re happy to move and change along with me. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks!
Pattie looks through the cookie hole
The thing about wearing that shirt is you have to expect some sorta payback. That’s all I’m sayin’…
[T-shirt via Think Geek]
Botanic Garden Pool
On October 27, 2002 I posted an entry about a Chevy Tahoe commercial. In it, the Tahoe ad execs used a kicky little poem that I couldn’t get out of my head. It was the advertising equivalent of ear worm, which must have pleased their client immensely. So tortured was I over the snippets floating in my head, that I tracked the whole thing down, posted it, and then promptly forgot about it.
Until this morning.
This morning, some guy left a castigating comment stating exactly what he thought of that poem. He broke it down line by vitriolic line, while at the same time putting his preferences for Fords out there in a fashion that was reminiscent of the Macs vs. PCs whoop-de-hoodle. What I can’t figure is both the entry & the commercial are over five years old! You would think that he’d get over it by now, or at least moved on to ranting about hybrids & Vespas. I guess not.
Anyway, the comments he left weren’t a direct slam on me, but made me wonder what I have in the back catalog that may engender future comment spew. I may bother looking, but I’ll probably let it stand. It was what it was when it was, ya know?
That’s the thing with having over five years worth of content. Most of it was a product of a moment, a reflection of its time. I want things to seem dated. I want past opinions to remain. I want my fascination with Netflix, Del.icio.us and Digg to seem quaint some day. I want the fact that I liked that poem to be there another five years. Else, what’s a blog for?
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