I. Am. Lame. There. I said it. I haven't posted in a while, and I am scum for it. So much of my little corner of the universe is conspiring to keep me out of the blogosphere. Not sure why…my blogs aren't anything spectacular, but they certainly don't suck as bad as some other stuff that's out there. Nonetheless, I find myself facing obstacles to getting blog posts out.
First, there's my computer priorities. I do enjoy blogging, but my "unmolested" computer time is pretty limited. So when I get a large chunk of free time (i.e. when DAPGF is teaching), my first instinct is to fire up an SNG. The turbos with 45 or fewer players usually take just over an hour to play. So on nights that DAPGF teaches, by the time I get home from the gym and throw some groceries down my neck (points to anybody who can name that reference), I can get 2 or 3 poker games in before GF gets home and my time is no longer my own. The only other time I can typically find a large enough block of time when I'm not likely to be bothered, is after she goes to sleep. Unfortunately, this means that I'm lucky if I'm done with the SNG by 1:30 a.m., so the early evening hours tend to get devoted to poker.
Then, we have my "after-hours" life. DAPGF teaches two nights per week. So the other nights of the week, we spend together doing whatever. Maybe we go see a movie, maybe we sit and watch TV, maybe we take the dog to the dog park. In any respect, it does not typically involve me getting to spend time by myself sitting on the computer.
In my more prolific blogging past, I did most of my blogging at work. My previous job left me a lot of flexibility in the office. Most of what I did in the office involved time on the phone, looking over sets of construction plans, and waiting for people to give me said plans to review. As such, I had a fair amount of time that was free enough that I could keep up on my blog reading as well as my posting. I also had my own office and didn't worry about corporate IT Nazis throwing a hissy-fit about my visiting non-work related websites. Now most of my time at work is spent reviewing and writing environmental review documents, drafting City ordinances and laws, and writing proposals to hopefully get more work. So my in-office time is much more packed. Combine that with the idea that our corporate masters have an idea that we should have an "open" work environment to encourage teamwork and such, and our IT overlords have IP tracking software on all of our computers. There have actually been emails from our CEO telling us to not go to non-business related websites, because for each employee hour wasted while surfing, it costs the company X number of thousands of dollars each day, blah blah blah. So I am understandably reluctant to spend hours with Blogger open, either posting or simply checking out others' blogs.
Finally, the ultimate frustration is the fact that my personal computer died. I take my work laptop home with me every night, just so I can check my email and such, but even then I don't have all of my music, photos, poker hand histories, and other crap that I usually find blog-worthy. And to top it off, our IT overlords have installed synchronization software on all of our laptops, which synchronizes the hard drive to our network every day when we log into our intranet. So I do what I can to delete my temp files, internet history, file/application history, etc. before I shut it down (it syncs on shutdown), but I'm not a full blown computer geek (I just play one on TV), and I'm sure that there's something I'm missing that could tell the overlords whether I've been visiting Beastiality . com or something (I don't, it's just an example…besides, zoolover . com has a much better library of mpeg files! I kid! I kid!).
So I'm trying to be sneaky and type this post up in MS Word, and then I'll sneak into Blogger and doublecheck my "Post by Email" address, and fire it off. Hopefully it will work, because I'd like to get back to being a mildly popular member of the blogosphere again, as opposed to a guy with two blogs that nobody reads. Wish me luck.