Blogging just doesn't feel like the kind of fun escapism that I'm looking for largely because all by entries work in the following way: I get an idea; start tapping away fueled by hate; attempt (generally unsuccessfully) to transfer that hate into humour and then get bogged down in the specifics of grammar or a particular word which I don't feel conveys the exact emotional meaning I'm trying to express. Then I get distracted and by the time I get back to the entry in question (At which point 48-72 hours have passed), I realize that what I was writing was a parade of tirade which doesn't befit my demographic as I am neither a spotty teenager or a cantankerous old bastard.
Feel free to disagree with the latter.
With that in mind, I've set a series of New Years resolutions for myself, all of which are practical, boring and a secret so that come April, I'll be the only person out there who knows what an abject failure I am. Suffice to say, a little blogging is on the menu. With luck I'll be able to fart something out weekly. At least that's the goal. Come April, I'm sure the blog have collected a nice layer of dust..