It's time to update your bookmarks, your sidebars, or any graffiti you may have scrawled on the walls of only the finest Exxon stations. After almost four years, The Typing... has gotten its Blogspot braces off and is now rocking a shiny new dot com.
While the old address should magically redirect, the new site is: Triple W dot thetypingmakesmesoundbusy dot com.
It's times like this that make me wish I had a job, if only so I could order new business cards. Instead, I'll be pulling the letters above out of my latest box of Alphabits cereal and quite possibly framing them. I also made this, which I think captures the quiet dignity of my blogging career.
Since getting back from London, most of my days begin with changing out of my nighttime pajama pants into my daytime ones and end when I realize that I've somehow filled the hood of my sweatshirt with Cheeto dust. As a result, it doesn't always make for the most compelling reading. On the days that I haven't scribbled anything here, check my Tumblr, if only so I don't ever have to write the word Tumblr again. This site has become something of a journal and that...um...other thing is like the door to my fridge, a place to file all of the pictures, songs, and--lately--unending references to Robyn Hitchcock that may not fit here.
Also, I swear that this is the last time you'll ever see a butterfly flapping its gossamer wings anywhere near my face. I'm getting a rash just looking at that thing. Ew.