IT’S BACK! MY WEBSITE WORKS!
Just in time to miss the fourth birthday of MegFowler.com, mind you, but we’re back!
The fix came from the AMAZING Luke Ehler at my new work home, Sametz Blackstone Associates. He figured out what the issue was, and healed my sad, broken site.
SO!
Happy birthday to me(gfowler.com)!
Yesterday.
All those promises to blog more often, and every single time, I peter out like a rally for narcoleptic rights.
But this time?
I had an excuse.
I up and moved to Boston.
BOSTON.
IN THE UNITED STATES.
OF AMERICA.
THE EASTERN PART.
HOLY COW!
Right now, I’m sitting on the sofa next to Gradon, watching the Celtics trail slightly in Game 4 of the Eastern Conference Finals, and eating a green popsicle in their honor (NOTE: I LEFT OUT THE “U”)
It’s LOVELY to be here, spending more time with him. I cannot say just how lovely it really is.
Also lovely?
My job at Sametz Blackstone Associates, a brand-focused communications consultancy in the South End of Boston. My official title is “Business Development Associate”, which means I help spread the word about what we do at Sametz — and why we do it — so more organizations and companies can communicate more effectively about who they are and what they do to the people who matter most to them.
I also do lots of social media and content stuff, including contributing to the company blog.
Also? I sit in my office on the fourth floor and gaze at a certain bakery that’s a block away, trying not to gain some sort of osmotic weight by close proximity to pounds and pounds and pounds of butter.
And as if that weren’t enough, I also contribute on Fridays to my beloved’s design blog.
The rest I’ll have to tell you in point form:
I miss my mom and dad, who were unbelievably supportive of me in the months leading up to my move, when I was waiting on a work visa, and cooking elaborate dinners to work off my tension. I will always be thankful for the time I got to spend in their home, enjoying their hospitality, and just, well… hanging out. They are the loveliest people on the whole planet.
My feet are like un-pedicured hooves. Cobblestones are MEAN. These are MEAN STREETS. I have SCORCESE FEET.
I had to give up my iPhone because AT&T wouldn’t transfer it over, and I can’t open up a new account with them until I have like, 45 states tattooed on my body. Okay, it’s not that bad… but WOE TO THE COMPANY WHO STANDS BETWEEN ME AND MY APPS.
I have a Droid phone now. I always felt my first Droid should be R2D2, but you take what you can get.
I think I need more clothes. Boston? Stylin’ town. Well, most of it.
I’m looking forward to seeing more of the city around me as time goes on, but for now, I do workin’, commutin’ (just a bit, but with Boston’s bizarrely antique transit system, everything is a commute), and hangin’ with Gradon and his boys on the weekends.
And that?
IS AWESOME.
When I play Trivial Pursuit, I always get the pink wedge first.
There is no such thing as, “It smells terrible, but it tastes great.” People always try and convince you to try random items from crazy places with that logic. But there is such a thing as, “It smells great, but tastes terrible.” For example: soap. And old ladies.
I am mildly obsessed with farmyard chickens. Whenever I see one, I want to take a picture. I don’t know what I’ll do with all my chicken pictures, but you can’t deny that “chicken pictures” is an awesome phrase.
50% of the time, the second wedge I get is orange.
I don’t understand people who can’t taste the difference between diet soda and regular soda. It’s like saying you haven’t noticed that someone switched your refreshing beverage for battery acid.
I am only photogenic under very controlled circumstances, much like certain types of bacteria.
Third wedge? Totally blue.
There are two things in life that turn me into a flapping lunatic: bees, and walking through spiderwebs. And Sephora. But that’s in a good way.
I don’t like spice racks. The stuff in the jars always gets dusty and scary and decrepit-looking, and makes me want to put labels like “eye of newt” and “tail of black cat” on them.
Has anyone ever had a good experience sitting in the middle seat of ANYTHING?
All those “Cash 4 Gold” ads confuse me. Who has gobs of gold lying around? It doesn’t seem like a very good business model to target pirates and leprechauns.
Sometimes the blank canvas is much prettier than the art.
Crazy high heels DO make your legs look good, but only if you manage not to walk like you’re a part of the Moon Landing. Or a jellyfish on stilts. Or like your underwear is made out of sandpaper. Or like you’re the Tin Man’s less-flexible sister. Or like… okay, okay, I think you get it.
