I started blogging in July of 2002 on a BlogSpot URL that didn’t have anything to do with the title I’d picked for my site, because I believe in learning things the hard way and starting off at the bottom to give myself a whole lot of room for improvement. After a couple of years, I moved to a Typepad URL that did contain the title, but I didn’t feel like I’d arrived or whatever enough to go buy my own URL. (Also, mostly, I had no idea what to do with one if I did.)
Then five or six years ago, I started looking around. notcalm.com was taken, so I grabbed not-calm.com and relied on my friend / coworker to set me up. But, I always kept looking to see if notcalm.com had popped up for sale, since it was just parked. Obviously, blogging keeps getting knocked off my to-do list for the last, well, few years or so. I still compose posts in my head in the shower or when I’m falling asleep, but clearly I am not actually writing them down much.
On Wednesday it was my dad’s birthday. His name was Stan, and he would have been seventy. I still instant message him on his Gmail account, just in case he’s listening. On Thursday, I got an email:
I am contacting you because you own Not-Calm.com. I thought you might be interested in purchasing NotCalm.com.
If you would like to buy NotCalm.com for $[totally reasonable amount removed], click here:
If you don’t want me to contact you again, just reply to this email and let me know. Thanks.
I bought the URL. I’m pretending that my dad sent it to me. I’m pretending that the email also said how much he misses all of us, but that he really likes knowing all the secrets of the universe and checking out all those stars up-close.
And I don’t care if you think I’m weird.