Okay. okay.

So word has it that some huge library of knowledge out there is now collecting and logging every TWEET ever made. Mr. Sal informed me of this the other night — probably in an attempt to pull me away from THE TWITTER — you know, scaring me that my tweets about pajama pants and FDA warnings were a sure sign that THEY ARE ONTO ME. I was cooking or reading off of my iPad at the time and therefore was only half listening to the warnings about how someone out there… with A JOB (emphasis on A JOB, because you know — all I do is half listen while attempting to come up with something new and thoughtless to blog about). But before I continue — This is NOT a post complaining about Mr. Sal… Or Twitter… Or the Library where someone has a JOB.

Since what I half heard was that a library out there (could be the one of Congress, but it could also be the tiddly wink one down the street where Will likes to pull the fire alarm — we hope to be asked back soon) thinks that Tweets now equal 140 characters of important historical significance, of WHICH could be used in a court of law someday… Or when the screenplay I’m thinking about ‘Makes It’ someone can say  – YEAH — But did you READ her Tweet about Eating POTATO CHIPS?! Or when the book I’m illustrating finally becomes an award winning HBO Short — replayed on YouTube, I could be vilified for my constant raggings on Facebook. In thinking about the possibilities, I became oddly flattered that someone out there (with a job) is archiving these little morsels of what could never be considered genius.  Someone out there cares.

So, after taking an entire 20 minutes or so to digest this information, along with just about all of the other food within reach, I turned to the local news website for something real…

“Police Still Searching For Woman Who Tried To Rob Water Mill Bank”

I know – CATCHY!

I love a good heist, so I was hooked immediately… knowing full well that every glance I took at the 27east.com website was making me more and more suspect to all of those website trackers out there… Right? I envision a whole team of investigators, each assigned to half a dozen million website viewers a day — just following there every click… where are they going? what are they reading… and more importantly – ARE THEY BUYING ANYTHING!??! And while I was reading this news brief on how investigators were failing to catch the mystery woman… my eyes landed on this sentence: “A police report of the incident says the teller told police that the would-be robber approached her, hands inside the woman’s pockets, and gave her a note that read: “Give me all your money.” When the teller asked the woman if she had a gun, the woman said she did not, but would get one and return.”

And that, my friends, is when I decided that I’ve been going about this whole ‘living life’ thing the wrong way.

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Oh – and on a completely unrelated, yet somehow related topic, this rose is frozen outside my bedroom window… I didn’t have to ask it to wait while I went to get my camera…

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A few weeks ago For the Birds celebrated it’s one year mark — picture me sitting at the keyboard with a party hat on….vodka bottle rolling on the floor…  silly string still stuck to the monitor.. I mentioned in my post that FTB has built a following with over 20,000 site visitors. This is a rough estimate, because  — come on, really. You don’t think that I actually believe that 20,000+ of you are out there reading these almost daily observations… And thanks to all of the lovely comments that I received pointing this out. Side note, I am not that BOARING Ms. Kelly from Kentucky — and although you don’t know how to spell, I might have better things to do with my time but I choose to do this — and if it’s just not that interesting to you — then STOP visiting. But, keep checking in if you must, I am into all things that depreciate. 

So, getting to the point, I do know — thanks to those smart heads over at Feed Burner, that we do have a factual regular readership of 25 concrete, real-live people. That’s right – a lovely and lucky 25. And to you I am calling out. In the next few days the following will be happening:

1. For the Birds will turn out the lights for a much needed beauty rest.
2. For the Birds will return, refreshed and better than ever–but only viewable at the new (still shiny) URL – http://forthebirdsblog.com
3. The old ugly domain http://designsigh.typepad.com/forthebirds will GO AWAY, so DON’T GO THERE
4. Those of you that have the old domain/URL in your readers, you will need to change to the new domain.
5. For the Birds will only be accessible from http://forthebirdsblog.com
6. This has very little to do with the evil birders over at forthebirds.com 

Unfortunately, I don’t have specific timing on this event–otherwise I would fill you in. But the wheels are in motion. We’ve checked the logs, Batman, and will make a swift return… So, if you happen to be settling in for the evening, and pull up to FTB for some mild entertainment, please don’t be alarmed if you receive some sort of error message or blank screen–We are still here… we are coming back–this has very little to do with the evil birders at forthebirds.com AND, the best is yet to come… More shameless self-promotion of multiple personality abundance -  I want you to know but I don’t anxiety disorder…  have I mentioned most of us here are geminis? Any questions? Email me – rmsatbwdstudiodotcom.

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Year one has passed!

I began publishing For the Birds on this date circa 2008–wow oh wow have things changed since. Initially, For the Birds was to be a marketing tool for Breakwater Design Studio, and although it does serve that purpose, FTB has also opened up whole new worlds for me… Writing and Internet Social Media. Once shunned–Facebook and Twitter are now common tools that promote, engage… Once feared, writing a very public diary of almost daily observations has given me a personal boost that I never could have imagined… Sharing accounts with readers who then become friends with common interests and concerns… And then my favorite — sharing our lives with existing friends and family scattered all over the world. In short, connections have become a way of life and For the Birds has allowed my family and I to have a mini piece of the pie–actively participating on an almost daily basis.

So, I guess that I need to thank me for jumping into a way of life that I never knew possible… but — as I take my place at the podium to accept the award for 2009 Ego of the Year–I really thank all the readers… to date a shocking 23,247–even those that hit the website and went “what the f is this” and x’d the browser out… I have kept my word and emailed everyone back that has commented–and I have kept most comments private… knowing that privacy is still a major player in the evolution of For the Birds.

On another note, I really want to acknowledge a few other blogs out there that have given me the courage to share in this open forum… In no particular order:

Dooce
Mighty Girl
Suburban Bliss
Gotham Gal
Designing Moms

I don’t think that any of these authors are aware of me or how much they have influenced… If they were aware–I’m sure that restraining orders would be issued. At any rate, I read their posts with the hope that someday FTB will boast it’s own URL (damn you–you evil birders at forthebirds.com) and claim a regular readership. Until that day–keep stopping by–I promise generous helpings of almost daily observations… blood, sweat, tears all mixed with a fine selection of mundane tribulations.

PS. If you want to hear me talk more (The floodgates! Typepad you’re killing me!)–visit me at Twitter.

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