I am out of the loop when it comes to social networking. I don't tweet and I don't Facebook. This refusal to join modern life is based partly on my contrary nature and partly on my computer's antagonistic attitude toward me. I tried to publish a Facebook page that ties into this blog, and it worked for awhile, but then froze in obstinate silence and now sits there staring at me blankly. The page refuses to publish new posts, despite my daily prayers and self-immolation. Bless your heart, Ma Teakettle at the Teakettle Corner, for signing up to the Facebook network to receive blog updates, and I'm sorry you wasted your time.
I wasn't always this disabled when it came to technology. I was at one time quite skilled in all things computer. But those days are long gone, and now I sit in front of my monitor, nervously rubbing my fingers together, mumbling to myself as I hunt and fearfully peck and try to figure out which link I'm supposed to click on.
Considering my negative energy around anything electronic, I am probably a fool for what I am about to do: change the name and address of my blog.
I've had to change the name because themommymachine.com is taken by a placeholder who wants to make money, and I'm not willing to pay. It's time I improved the title anyway. When I started blogging three years ago, I had no idea what to call my site. I tried my personal name (taken!) and anything clever I could think of (taken!) before impatiently typing The Mommy Machine. Shockingly enough, no one had bothered to use that title. "Mommy Machine" meant something to me at the time—I was part robot, part human after giving birth to twins and then existing on an average of 3 hours of sleep per night for the next two years—but turns out it really doesn't have much of a ring to it, and I suspect the heading of The Mommy Machine actually repels people from even looking at my blog.
Since deciding to move to a custom domain, I've once again begun the name search. I am so sick of trying to come up with something original (taken!) or funny (TAKEN!!) that I've finally thrown up my hands in despair and settled on something that is available: Alaskim. It's a play on Alaska and Kim, not Alas, Kim (although that phrase is probably more appropriate at the moment.)
The two of you who subscribe through an RSS should not be affected and anyone who types in the old address should be automatically forwarded. Or so I've been promised.
Dinner last night: fast food
Exactly three years ago: