Writing about writing. I feel like I might implode simply by doing this, but I’m willing to chance it just to get some words on the page. My initial goal was to put something up every day and you can see how that’s failed miserably. I’m having a hard time coming up with content. So far I’ve reviewed some software, talked about a few firefox plugins, and tested the trackback facility by posting comments in a few other blogs.

I could write about the trials and tribulations involved in getting back in shape. I’ve started back at the gym and have been keeping a fitness journal (read: intake & output). Thankfully I haven’t forgotten how to swim (it’s harder than it looks), but getting the rest of my body to sign off on the new activity is another story altogether. I’m making progress but I’m regretting having let myself slack off as long as I did.

I could write about work, but that’s gotten me in trouble before. I look back at the posts from the Livejournal community I created for “virtual watercooler bitching” and it’s hard to believe I’m the same person. The subjects ranged from customers to vendors and back again but the tone was almost always acerbic.

I could write about the TV shows that I’m recording vigorously on the ubar dual-tuner 625 DVR that we received with our DishTV service. It took me almost an entire hour to program the dozen shows that my wife and I wanted to catch this fall season. I spent another half hour or so recently re-prioritizing them so that if there were conflicts it didn’t choose to skip episodes of shows that relied on continuity to make sense (i.e. Lost, Survivor, or Apprentice) over single sitting shows (i.e. Extreme Home Makeover, or Oprah).

I could write about internal dialog I’ve been having with myself that’s too personal for blogging. Of course, I won’t.