Like I have so much to say that I’m flooding this blog with too many posts.
Like I have too much time on my hands.
Like I really need another platform to prove my existence.
NO.
But I’ve gone and jumped onto yet another social media micro blogging platform, anyway.
This:
Introducing my new blog on Dayre. Yay.
It’s all Nanny Wen’s fault. She showed me the stickers on Dayre and I was sold.
She said the sticker girl looks like me.
Does it really look like me? Okay, a bit.
Dayre is a phone app (iOS and Android) on which you post photos, videos, quotes, text or stickers, throughout the day. The app then puts the day’s posts together into one blog entry.
You can view posts on a browser but you can only update posts from your phone (like Instagram).
It’s new and quite buggy (especially the browser version) but fun and addictive when it’s working right.
The name is quite stupid, no matter how you read it. That’s probably the worst thing about this app.
But the stickers are cute, so that makes up for it. They need more stickers, though.
Today’s post.
BUT.
WHY, OH, WHY,
SHEYLARA,
ARE YOU DOING THIS?!
you ask.
YOU DON’T BLOG HERE
OFTEN ENOUGH AS IT IS!
you say.
Yes, I hear you. Very valid argument. I am thoroughly ashamed of myself. I shall flagellate myself with a very fluffy pom pom on a stick.
Now hear me out.
The reason is that I’m so forgetful I’d forget my own name if I didn’t write it down. And that kind of condition is very inconvenient when you’re trying to remember random stuff on a daily basis. Important stuff.
For example: “What did we last order takeaway pizza?”
No, really. It’s very important. For instance, one day, I decided to write to Pizza Express to complain about them messing up our takeaway order (missing items and burnt dough balls). When filling in the online feedback form, I had to tell them which day, what time, and which restaurant we ordered from.
It took me 10 hours before I figured it out. And that was only because Piers came home and I asked him. And it took him only two hours to come up with an answer he couldn’t stake his life on.
Actually, we couldn’t even remember whether it was this week or last week.
So, things like that happen in our household on a daily basis. We’re probably the most forgetful people in the universe, excepting Nanny Wen, who has been scientifically proven to be worse than us.
(By which I mean that I scientifically counted the number of times she forgot something, then scientifically counted the number of times Piers and I forgot something, then proceeded to forget all the counted numbers, finally producing a legitimate conclusion by guesstimation.)
So, anyway, long story short (although it ended up kinda long in retrospect), I’ve always thought about keeping a journal of daily happenings handy for times when I need to “remember” stuff.
And I’ve decided that Dayre seems like a fun way to do it.
What Dayre looks like on the iPhone.
I didn’t want to do it on my blog or Facebook or Twitter or Instagram because I have followers who will unceremoniously unfollow me if I start to spam their news feed with my boring daily life.
And I didn’t want to do it on a physical book with a physical pen because how boring, plus you can’t Google search physical journals for instant recall.
What Dayre looks like on the iPhone.
This all means that you probably don’t want to follow me on Dayre unless you’re a stalker, like Nanny Wen, who is my only stalker on the app.
In any case, while you can read someone’s blog through a regular browser, you can only “follow” them through the app, which you’ll need to install on your phone, which is too troublesome, so you probably won’t do it.
That’s fine.
But if you have to, for some incomprehensible reason, you can search for our usernames on the app (sheylara and davienne).
Happy stalking! Or not.
