Post Katrina sticker, affirmation, heart AND cat sticker
Last weekend I managed to resurrect my old laptop, or “Lappy” as it was affectionately termed.
Inside Lappy was a treasure trove of pictures, writing, and ALL my old blog posts from much earlier eras. My time in Chicago, my life in Sacramento and even New Orleans. In that SAME box I even unearthed my CD booklet that housed the remains of my collection before ipods and thumb drives, and absolutely contains three or four LimeWire rips from 2002. Back when we would willingly and happily give the family computer aids JUST to get a rip of a Godsmack song.
You can bet your ass my commute to work in a 2008 Toyota with a hastily installed after market stereo (that loses its faceplate whenever I go over large bumps) has been FULL of 2002-2004 top hits and it’s really lifted my mood up.
Why am I sharing all this? Because I decided to start rewriting and posting everything I wrote during this time period for my own mental health and your amusement. (Which might be tied to my mental health but more on that later). All my old blog posts, papers, stories, you name it: it’s going to be here. I still have designs on getting published, so this sounds like a good place to start.
So.
I’m proud to announce my new website The Devious Scribe. Here I am, sticking with the original name of my blog and playing it safe with SEO and hopefully here you are, ready to partake in this trip down memory lane with me as I post all the writing that was in my unoriginally named “writing” folder deep in the innards of a 2007 Toshiba Satellite laptop.
We know how to have fun, right? *Sips wine, cracks back*.
One of the most amazing things here is that the laptop STILL RUNS BETTER than this HP thing that I inherited a couple years ago. Lappy booted right the hell up after being off for almost 10 years and I was pretty much beside myself with awe. Right when I was lost in the glow of the Windows VISTA log in screen, I realized I had no idea what the password was so I had to order a password reset CD…
…To which I never ended up using, because I managed to recall the password during zero hour, when I literally said “fuck it” and typed in the most random thing I could imagine my 2007 self thinking was clever, and that’s exactly what it ended up being.
Yes it’s had the same password for THAT long. This is a judgement free zone, thank you.
Welcome to my downward spiral! There will be drinks, entertainment and contemplation. Also if you were in my life back then and we did anything illegal or immoral together? Don’t worry, a lady never tells.
Excelsior!
Maureen O’ Hara is here to judge you
The Devious Scribe 