Welcome to Two Thousand and Twelve!

Quail in snow 2009, Reno. 2011 Driest December in 128 years.

Happy New Year everyone!

We never set new year resolutions 'round my house, but what the hell we're going to join the fun this year ... who ever even thought we'd all make it to 2012 what with the obviously true End of World warnings anyway?

Now we're all stuck waiting to see if the Mayans knew something we didn't, so it's time for me to make some changes, including giving in to the resolution craze with two goals for the next 12 months.

One is too personal for Blogger and the second is itself Blogger or blogging as it were.

My resolution is to post and check in with my friends once a week. It's nice to post here once in awhile, but really I miss visiting all of you! I'm annoyed that the past few weeks I haven't found time to chat.

However in classic resolution failure fashion I'll admit to one caveat. Things might be a funky in these first few weeks of 2012 because my final 2011 project was to start my own Web site including a "new" blog.

Since you're here with me today ... you know that things have gone the way of several other sure things from 2011. Some of the trouble has been that I didn't have nearly enough time at the end of last year to complete all of the projects I'd planned.

The Web site failure isn't all on me, though. Another problem is that I no one told me about code. Secret Web people code. HTML, HTTP, FTSPQDBS.

Honestly I've begun to think that tech geeks aren't any smarter than the rest of us, they've only memorized a lot, very many, an ungodly number of acronyms that in the real world all mean one thing, "Don't tell the non geeks."

As a craft and art and food geek myself, don't you think someone should tell me the freakin' secrets already?

Geeks of all creed and design should stick together. Look at those poor Mayans. They didn't share their secrets and with no one to keep up their calendars ... predictions of catastrophe.

That's what happens when you write a bunch of important stuff using a language that can only be read by two headdress wearing nerds who spend most of their time scrawling weird drawings on the walls of their mom's basement.