The truth of the matter is, I haven’t been creating enough material of any sort to justify having one website, let alone multiple sites.   My personal blogging has given way to blurts and blorts of Facebook status updates, my professional portfolio is in perpetual limbo, and my “production studio” has been… less than productive, shall we say.  Then there’s the small matter of information management, overlapping focuses, and deciding which scripts I can read while wearing which hats.  You can’t swear on this website! Your future employers might see it!  You can’t talk about Second Life on that website!  Your relatives might read it!  You can’t blog about your job search!  That’s really boring, and bad luck at any rate!  You can’t write about depression/what you had for lunch/World of Warcraft/polyamory/your biological clock… and so on, and so forth, until I’m left wondering exactly who it is I’m writing for and why, and then I don’t write at all.

And when I don’t write… I’m no longer me.

So, you may say, why don’t you just write for yourself?  They make these things called diaries, you know. They do, and this may turn into one.  I’m not sure if people have the patience or time to read 500 words of someone else’s narcissistic blog blathering in 2011.  Hell, even if they do, I probably don’t have the patience or time to write it.

But when returning once more to the list of domains I’ve managed to hold onto, I was struck by the fact that I still own “dangerouslyquiet.com” despite not having used it for years.  I first registered the domain in July of 2002, predating my marriage, if you can believe that.  The associated blog and web forums kept me company through more career ennui and mid-twenties drunken drama then I could possibly recount… or, perhaps, would want to, even if I wouldn’t trade many of those memories for anything in the world.  (The archives are lost to expired hosting plans and Russian hackers, though a poke through the Wayback Machine brings up more than I expected… hmm.  Perhaps I should leave my memories in their fuzzy state.)

Somewhere around 2006, with the advent of Myspace and the rise of Facebook, a dedicated personal website seemed like a silly conceit.  Along with everyone else I knew, I migrated over to social platforms, using my web server space for storage and the occasional software tinkering.   As years went on, I picked up other domain names for different projects that never quite found their way.  I actually lost dangerouslyquiet.com for a while, but as no one was looking for it, I was able to pick it back up last year and renew it… just in case.

Now, silly conceit or not, audience or no audience, purpose or no purpose, I feel compelled to return to this site.  Like its webmistress, it won’t ever be what it was, but it could be still turn out to be something even better.

Here’s the plan from now on:

Dangerously Quiet will be my personal website/blog/playground.  If any employers or relatives stumble upon it, well, here be dragons that say “fuck” a lot.

Meghan Moran (still being set up) will be my professional portfolio.  Right now it will probably just host my resume.  Eventually it will host any graphic design work that doesn’t involve avatars disporting in the altogether, to borrow a turn of phrase from Bill Bryson.

Studio Morina (also still under construction) will be my creative site.  It will bridge the gap between the two sites, being neither sterile nor unfocused.  It will be a marvelous showcase for my performance work, my digital art, my machinima, my future novels… just as soon as I get around to doing any of those things.   For the moment, it will be my sandbox for advanced website management via Drupal.