I recorded this once. Edited it. Didn’t like it. Then I walked out of a grocery store, set up my camera on the steering wheel, and tried again.
That’s kind of the whole point.
Years ago, a photography client told me that if my website had shown more of who I actually was, she would’ve walked into her session way less nervous. My site at the time was neutral. Safe. The kind of thing you make when you want to seem professional and not scare anyone off. It worked, I guess. It also wasn’t me.
My website now is still a little like that. It’s what you make when you work in education and you want to be taken seriously. I haven’t fully figured out how to fix that yet.
This is my workaround.
Straight BS is where I put the stuff that doesn’t fit on a proper professional website. Notebook thoughts that needed more space. Half-baked ideas I want to think through out loud. Work stuff, personal stuff, random things that caught my attention. Not polished. Not researched to death. Not a suit-and-tie version of anything.
You’ll see a lot of the inside of my car. A lot of the inside of my brain, which is probably the scarier of the two. Shiny spots on my forehead because the car has a glass roof. Me getting distracted when someone drives past and gives me a weird look.
It’s just me. Which is why I named it what I named it.