Good Ink, Inc. Now in Website Form.

Hola, denizens. Many exciting new developments have recently . . . ah, developed. Including, apparently, my inability to pick up the thesaurus and look up a pseudonym for ‘develop’. It’s just so very heavy, you see. First and foremost:

My living room has been painted.

No, seriously. You don’t know how big a deal this is if you haven’t seen the pink-and-green-and-fuschia monstrosity that has been prowling the walls since I moved in, but suffice it to say that cartoon characters has ceased to show up at my door thinking I’m the headquarters for Looney Tunes. It is very exciting.

Also very exciting is the fact that:

Good Ink the website is up.

Please go forth, my loyal denizens, and check it out. It’s at the link in the title there, or this link right here, or at www.goodinkinc.com. Though it WILL take the www away in the URL. I don’t know why it does that. I’ve always been sort of fond of the www myself. No other abbreviation takes twice as long to say as the term it abbreviates. It is a brave trailblazer, the www. It spreads out and takes its space up at the table. I am sad that it does not seem to admire me as much as I do it.

Do me an IMMENSE favor. If you want to say nice things or point out some minor flaw, go ahead and toss it into the comments. Like, if I typo’ed something, that’s fine. If you want to do an extensive critique, PLEASE send me an email instead. I’m totally down for criticism but I’d rather my flaws weren’t busted out on the interwebs, okay? Thanks, you’re a doll. Dolls. Dollies? Oy. Anyway, it’ll give us an excuse to try out the NEW EMAIL, which is taylor AT goodinkinc DOT com OR tei AT goodinkinc DOT com. Either works. I shall be interested to see who chooses which. I’m pretty sure your choice in this matter says something devious and insightful about your psyche. Red pill or blue pill? Bwah ha ha HA!

And finally, the realm of exciting news concludes with the following:

I have acquired the Internets.

Or I shall, come Tuesday. This means several things: my usual habit of coming up with a blog post at about one in the morning, rambling feverishly about grammar for a half hour, and posting it while brushing my teeth can commence once again. You remember way back when, when I posted every single day? That was because I had the series of tubes RIGHT THERE in my HOUSE. At the moment, when I want to do a late-night post, I have to write it up, get in my car, drive to the CLOSED internet cafe, park, set up my laptop on the passenger seat, cut and paste for awhile into WordPress, and post, all the while being extremely grateful that I live in Boulder and not Brooklyn, because that laptop would’ve been stolen at gunpoint a LONG time ago.

I don’t know about you, but that is not the sort of activity that gets ME psyched on a Wednesday night. Which is why I’ve been silent. I am, at my core, LAZY. This is why I chose a profession that involves a lot of sitting around all day, typing and slowly losing my ability to see anything farther than three feet away from my face.

So! The internets are forthcoming! If anyone knows any way that one might acquire wireless if Comcast seems to be the only provider for one’s house location, I should be interested to hear it, for Comcast currently has a 1-800 number that dropped me into the ether repeatedly every time I asked for internets, which would have had me SCRAMBLING for another provider if ANY OTHER ONE had been available! Is there some secret coalition of internet providers that I don’t know about? Enlighten me, denizens. Your wisdom shall unveil blogging at cut-price, and that pleases a rogue.

Right, so, the long shot of this is that when blogging is easier, y’all get more blogging. Hurrah for home wireless. Long live Rogue Ink! Hurrah! On to the next quest!

Which is, I believe, a blender. I need one of those. Also an ironing board. These quests are getting kind of . . . yeah. Anyone want to send me a dragon or a chimaera or something?

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