Quips, Quails, and Quizzical Insight...

Here's the thing.  I think it's fair to say that I have ridiculously neglected this Blog.  Such is the price to pay for being sassy, and long-winded but a hater of writing.  I've decided to take this time to look at a few things in my 20/20 hindsight.

1.) I'm a trend whore.
I set up this blog as part of an argument to  not get a Twitter account. WELL, after year and a half, almost 1,000 tweets and nearly 200 followers we can see how that turned out.


2.) My iPhone is an enabler.
I've realized that being able to have an outlet at my fingertips is most defs what keeps me from sassing anything over 40 characters, because any more than that is ridiculous for your thumbs and terrible for your eyes on that tiny screen.

3.) Being Sassy Saves Lives.
Through this portal I have been able to spread awareness in a faster amount of time, and there is a LOT of awesome potential there, especially since I have started my career as an independent professional artist.  A Blog is much too long form to whore yourself out to the masses.

4.) Twitter Does Not Mean You Can Be A Twit.
The downside to this new social media is the fact that certain people think they can reinvent themselves and are exempt from any ramifications that come from their remarks.  Listen kids, don't tweet anything you wouldn't want your Auntie to read. Even if she is the cool open minded one who lives on the coast. I am all for free expression but we cannot go all anarchist with our quippy and cutting opinions.  That face in the picture is still yours, the name on your profile is still how people will refer to you, and if you can't be 100% proud of 100% of the content. Fix it.

5.) This Post Needs Ritalin. I Know.
I apologize for the ramshackle thought process that went into this post and I am fully aware that it is not really long enough to be Blog worthy, but it's too long for Twitter SO... DEAL.

All this being said I am trying to get back in the swing of using this blog.  If you can't fully conceive and articulate your thoughts, shut up until you can. Never say anything that you cannot defend. This is a good practice space for me to do just that.

This is a new day of personal artistry.  Treat it as such. Go out and Live.

In the words of Auntie Mame "Life's a banquet, and most poor sonsofbitches are starving to death."