Today is my second Tumblrversary / Tumblrthday!
I spent quite some time on Twitter before friends I made there dragged me over here. They made a big deal about Tumblr being great for socializing and sharing yourself with friends and strangers (things I quite enjoy doing).
You know what? They were right. I found communities here to belong to and became addicted to using the dashboard, a social tool the likes of which I’d never experienced.
I’ve written some great posts here of which I’ve been quite proud, I’ve made new friends (many of whom I’ve met in person, even on different continents), and even created a neat browser extension for Tumblr that one or two of you might have installed!
I look forward to an even better third year here on Tumblr.
It is our first wedding anniversary on Monday (coincidentally, it falls on an Ontario statutory holiday called “Family Day”).
Paper gift, huh? Weekend stay at the Blue Mountain ski resort (happens to be where we got engaged), with two lift tickets apiece for the weekend after our anniversary. Done and done.
Next weekend is our first wedding anniversary. We’ve chosen to celebrate the anniversary of the wedding in Toronto and not the one in China, since the former was the legal one and the latter was an excuse to eat everything ever.
I’ve been trying to find this place for a while. It’s where Maggie and I went on our first Valentine’s (we had been dating three weeks or so at the time). I thought it would be more special since what I consider to be our first date was buying a bunch of ice cream in the middle of the night in late December and breaking into an empty university lecture building to eat it.
I’m not 100% sure this is the right place, seeing as how I had taken Maggie out to what I thought was a great restaurant, only to find that it was closed on Valentine’s (wtf), leaving us wandering around Little Italy for a little bit before finding a place.
Whatever, it’s not like she’ll know the difference. Before we got married, I had to remind her what our dating anniversary was. She’s not really sentimental like that. At least, not until the sentimentality is staring her right in the face. Then, she’s appreciative.
In the end, all that matters is that the tables are candlelit at night, since she spent an inordinate amount of time during our first romantic dinner trying to discreetly burn things.
Today is my third Twitter anniversary (or Twirthday, if you prefer).
~ Why I Started a Twitter Account ~
I originally started a Twitter account back in 2009 as a way to avoid calling my parents while I was on a trip to Israel. The idea was to tweet about where I was and what I got to see so my parents would know I was alive and had not been killed by a roadside bomb.
Very quickly, though, it degenerated into what I use Twitter for most of the time. Fun.
I tweeted as our bus took a detour through some West Bank checkpoints on our way north to Galilee. Then, I didn’t tweet again for a good part of a day. Just to freak them out.
~ What I Use Twitter For ~
Nowadays, Twitter is my outlet for random observations, bad puns, and funny jokes. The kind of things that used to pop into my head and then disappear because there was nobody around to annoy.
Twitter is what I read when I can’t fall asleep and it’s what I make sure I can do wherever I go.
Twitter is also a connection to friends I’ve made on the Internet, and friends from real life who I don’t see very often.
~ Milestones on Twitter ~
Twitter was there when I started my first real adult job and Twitter was among the first to hear when I recently quit my first real adult job. I tweeted after a cosmetic surgery and I tweeted when I got the keys to my first house. My followers read (ad nauseam) about my wedding (both receptions) and have occasionally been subjected to my ranting about my thesis research.
I’ve tweeted from seven different countries on three continents (including from behind the Great Firewall of China), much to the annoyance of my wife, who doesn’t understand the draw of Twitter, but definitely gets a kick out of some of your tweets.