Chirky

THE HISTORY OF CHIRKY.COM

The first thing you should know is that "chirky" is not a word, until now. I embrace this fact.

CHIRK (chûrk) tr. & intr.v. chirked, chirk-ing, chirks
To make or become cheerful.

I think of myself as one who works at being cheerful everyday. I am cheery. Therefore, I am chirky. Furthermore:

Chirky rhymes with jerky, and I love beef jerky. I also love black licorice. Don't hold it against me. It's an acquired taste.

Chirky rhymes with turkey, which I have had the very adult-like responsibility to cook the past two Thanksgivings. The day that I married, my parents began treating me like an adult. It makes me wonder: If that's how they treat me when I get married, how will they treat me when I have kids? I hope it doesn't mean that I'll have to make the cornbread, too.

I've been blogging about nothing of consequence since 2004. I initially started this site because A) I was bored; B) I wanted to start writing again, but for me, not for someone else; and C) I thought it would be a good way to keep in touch with friends and family.

This site has evolved into a replacement for actually communicating orally, as evidenced by my exasperated grunt when someone asks me about a certain event in my life, thus provoking my subsequent response: "I wouldn’t have to tell you if you read my website." I am entirely addicted. You should be, too.

I've been obsessed with the Internet since my first AOL account in high school. I'll admit that I'm a bit fickle: This site was initially created using a free Blogger account. Less than a year later I purchased online real estate at Just Say Jes, still using the Blogger platform. Several months afterward, I began window shopping other platforms, like WordPress and MovableType, checking out their features without really having a clue about the monstrous undertaking involved in switching platforms. In February 2006 I switched platforms - from Blogger to MovableType. I am currently using MovableType. I have not yet finished transferring old entries and comments. Patience is a virtue. Apparently, it's just not one of mine.

All my domains have one viable constant: the hosting. My host handles it all - sells domains, offers several different hosting packages, and patiently puts up with me on the days that I enter "freak-out" mode and start sending about sixty five emails an hour. And she's funny! So - need hosting? A domain? Email me and I'll tell you where to get it. You won't be sorry.