Bad blogger – but massive updates!

Forgive me, readers (what little I have), for I have sinned. I have not blogged in a little more than three months. My website presence has stagnated.

I don’t expect forgiveness. Maybe some semblance of understanding? A lack of things blogworthy (since we all know this blog has no niche focus) perhaps? My food tweets seem to tide over most, including myself. I’ve already detailed the reasons why I cannot be a proper food blogger.

And now a smattering of thoughts and such, because I can and I need filler. Filler, or something like it. Also, in no particular order…

• I’m still unemployed and still looking for a full time job.
• I finally had my first first date ever. Yes, less than half a year till 29, and I finally go on a first date. It was awesome, and then he sucked. “You’re beautiful and awesome and intelligent and witty, but I can’t see you again.” Where on earth does that make sense? I can’t date a guy that uses that many ‘and’s’ in a sentence, or in a text for that matter. I got blown off via text. Oh, this digital and technologically dependent age. We didn’t even call each other till we attempted to meet up at the sushi place. So close, and yet so far…
• Speaking of the digital age, I finally got to meet two friends (Mark and Kayla) in person on their trip to NYC — and I’ve known them for a few years via Twitter (and email, texts, Skype, anything else digital you can think of). It was lovely. More than lovely. We miss each other terribly. But it will all be fixed again soon.
• I discovered dubstep and the therapeutic effects of dancing to wobbles and chest vibrating bass. I also apparently made and lost a DJ friend — but no matter. I’ve also discovered Fruity Loops and (rediscovered) my ear for picking apart anything I listen to. Aforementioned ex-friend makes awesome stuff, and I’ll still support the art. Disclaimer: I do not claim to be a producer.
• I was in an Amanda Palmer music video — Map of Tasmania. That was the awesome thing that I last blogged about. Spending an evening with the amazing Michael Pope and Zea Barker and Maggie. And being silly and creative.
• I have the habit of finding men who can cook well. [next comment removed for tact]
• I finally went to Webster Hall. Lots of dancing ensued.
• I bought a Burning Man ticket. I’m going to go to the Playa this year! After eleven years of saying I want to go, buying it put a severe dent in my wallet — more like a gaping hole, but I have this feeling everything will fall into place as the day approaches.
• I finally saw Zoe Keating live, or at least part of her elbow. Broad shouldered individuals should not be standing directly in front of seated people. Have some common sense, broad shouldered, tall people of the world! Compassion! Consideration!
• I bought a ticket for Dredg in May. Third time seeing them live.
• I saw Lady Gaga at MSG for the second time. Even better than the last time. But I seem to have gotten myself into a section that doesn’t approve of anything Gaga does. SO WHY DID YOU BUY TICKETS AND GO TO HER SHOW?! People are so horribly confusing.

Maybe I should start a series on my disaster dating life. Except it would be really short. Because I only have three stories. And I’ve given up on dating in NYC. Finding a guy at a Zoe Keating concert, on OKCupid, or via Twitter — it doesn’t work.

Especially if they end it with some variation of this line: “You’re beautiful and awesome and intelligent and witty, but I can’t see you again.” WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? You would rather have ugly, needy, dependent, and dry, so you can see that again? What?

Dating.. not for me.

Awesome, that’s the way I like to roll.