Formerly The Cynical Potter, now The Cynical Crafter. I don't know why I'm bothering with a blog; I'm desperately dull and complaint-heavy as a blogger and I don't think anyone is likely to still be following me here (not that I had more than a few following the blog, if any, to begin with), but Facebook simply isn't cut out for longer posts and introspection.

Maybe I'll babble enthusiastically about various types of crafting projects. Maybe I'll complain about the ridiculous amount of vocabulary associated with looms. Maybe I'll get myself in trouble on the job by wailing the agonized, wounded battle cries of an underpaid, overworked teacher whose students usually don't care enough and whose admins don't either. Maybe I'll agonize over impending bariatric surgery. I'll almost certainly swear a lot.

Lessons learned from LiveJournal would indicate that a blog isn't a really secure or reliable forum, but vanity insists flinging self to the four winds is desirable....

One good thing I've done already here is ditch yet another forgotten, long-abandoned association with The Evil Ex-Romantic Interest (who would hastily point out he was never a boyfriend and would even claim he never encouraged me, no matter how much he baited me by dangling implicit possibilities of his attentions in exchange for me working to promote his career). The blog I used to work on sometimes for him is no longer associated with this account. So if you happen to be here, watching me, as a remnant of a different time, one in which I was under the spell of a selfish and dishonest longhaired harper, you'd best defriend me now, because that association is no longer, and any possible future mentions of said harper will not be even slightly polite. So, no hard feelings, but if you're still wasting your time on him and you friended me because of him, don't let the door hit ya on your way to the defriend button.

I had a vague idea of posting something about spring and the way the flowers are already fading, or about how I've got to deal with an ill-conceived and vituperative student complaint today when I have less than no time and energy for it, but I've got to get to work and I've spent all my time already. C'est la vie!