Now takes a bow
I like the clean interface too.
But the fact of the matter is I hardly see it, because I compose offline in vim – because vim's where I belong.
Once I'm satisfied with the content, I run a script that appends the latest to another file, and puts the same in a singular file that I can quickly display in the browser (for a subsequent Ctrl-a/Ctrl-c) via Ctrl-o while parked in a blank tab, then pasting the copied into the buffer presented at write.as by virtue of being perpetually logged in.
<mental note to eventually have some milk with those cookies>
Like I think I mentioned before, I'd API it into place, but just can't see paying that much more when a few keystrokes from time to time suffice.
Mostly, I rather like the cast of characters, their regularity, and (although this drove me nuts for a few months before I somehow finally “got it” (i.e. blogging)) their seeming aloofness to others' posts and/or detachment from whether anyone else is reading. It feels like adults going about their textural business.
Having painstakingly listed them all for a dear high school friend less than a month ago, I can type with relative certainty I've endured 22 stays in my life – a couple times returning to the same place (e.g. the parentals) in that count.
> Tired if Instagram. Tired of Facebook. Tired of > Twitter. Tired of Slack. > > Just... Tired.
"When in ennui... *write*!" - Anon
Oh, all deities combined, yes....
But then I suddenly remember I have a stack of paper notebooks of various kind – including the royal, spiral bound lineage – in the lowest sector of the Ikea standalone closet next to m place in bed, and I never look in them anyway. And maybe I will someday. But I doubt it.
It turns out now is too important to waste it on then....