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World of Slippy

A smaller world than once it was

Moving to slippylane.com. Ideas requiredYesterday

Okay, so over the next few weeks, I'm going to be shifting most of my online presence over to my new domain at slippylane.com, and I want your ideas about what to do with World of Slippy.

Should I keep it, move it or lose it?

Option 1 - Keep it where it is (worldofslippy.blogspot.com) and just change the layout to fit
Option 2 - Move it to slippylane.com. I'll listen to your suggestions about the subdomain name (www.slippylane.com, blog.slippylane.com, world.slippylane.com, whatever)
Option 3 - Lose the blog entirely, but create a bunch of new blogs at slippylane.com to cover different aspects of my life both on- and off-line and move all the posts from worldofslippy into the appropriate blogs at slippylane.com. Again, I'll take suggestions as to how many blogs to make, whether they'd all have to be blogger blogs, or whether I could use google sites coupled with feed43.com (to provide syndication) to create sub-blogs under a main blog.

Of course, I'm not restricted to just those options. If you have a different suggestion, or some kind of combination of options, whatever, your choices for letting me know are many. You can comment here using Disqus, you can comment at the relevant post on friendfeed (http://friendfeed.com/slippy), or you can email me - worldofslippy_suggestions@slippylane.com

Days of Doggerel #30Yesterday

Now thirty days of rhymes are done
I'd like to say it's been fun
I hoped it'd be cathartic for me
Still the same, will it always be?

Days of Doggerel #29November 29

I never did learn who I was to be
So I focused my future on you
It's still so much harder to focus on me
But I try, or I might not get through

Days of Doggerel #28November 28

I'm not okay, but I'm alive
I'm not alright, but I'm trying
I'm not content, but nor are you
I'm not amused, but I'm smiling

Days of Doggerel #27November 26

Three days sitting in the trough
With help, up and out I climbed
Then I close my eyes, and it's all worn off
As he takes what still feels like mine