Writing something worthwhile

After a more-or-less 6 month hiatus, I've decided that putting Slip Angel back on the web is a worthwhile endeavor. It's been offline for this extended period for a variety of reasons, including but not limited to:

My life

I moved to BOSTON. An interesting new locale that really rounds out my Facebook timeline. For those of you keeping score at home, I think it goes CA>FL>ID>CA>MI>FL>AZ>MA. I'm now beyond thinking that anywhere that I am is truly "home". Laying claim to a place... or really anything besides myself and my own identity... is just about scrubbed out of my key motivators. Setting up a new office, managing large client(s), and trying to survive in an environment that is sometimes diametrically opposed to my character have been a bit higher on my list than blathering on Drupal blog re:things which I have more sense than to share on a social network. Will I be in NE in 2 years? I can almost guarantee "no." In the meantime? I'll still be having a blast, killing it, and generally being my asshole self.

Priorities

In addition to setting up an office, running point on a gigantic SugarCRM implementation, discovering New England, and maintaining my own sanity (hah!), I also have the usual list of half-finished side projects in front of me. And my writing. Running a website on top of all of that just seemed daft, so I decided not to. As in, this site won't get any prettier than this basically-out-of-the-box theme. No custom graphics or analytics suites. No AdWords or fancy content pages, not even a WYSIWYG editor. The only thing this site will be adorned with is the occasional diarrhea of the mind. Which leads me to...

Why?

This was the largest question of all. What do I put here that doesn't belong on a social network? Slip Angel used to be about "me" in the sense of "I drift a mid-engine Toyota, hang with a lot of drifters, crash my car *a lot* (hasn't changed!) and think VERY highly of myself." That might have been interesting to the thousand-ish visitors that I got a month, but really there is a bigger yet more concise story going on. This is how it goes. I'm a self-made (B/M)illionaire. Except I'm not there yet. And I have a million opportunities to fuck that up royally. This is my story. The motivations. The distractions. The little wins and the quiet defeats. The ominous lapse in updates. The 2am drunken rantings.

This will be fun.