Welcome to the New Year!

How about a moment of reflection to see exactly what I was thinking. Sound good? Okay, let's go.

I have a project for this year. I have a project for every year. I've mentioned this before so I digress. It's time for the big reveal now that the dawning of the new year has happened. I want to take on the internet. What?

With my recent obsession with the little known site YouTube, I have decided to post videos on a regular basis. I have also decided to get into the wonderful world of documenting my thoughts in long, drawn-out prose. I want to post a blog, a blog that will have no rhyme or reason or relation to anything other than my peculiar thought processes, daily. As in everyday. So why are we supposed to be reflecting on what I possibly could have been thinking?

Enter my computer.

I am not that into having the latest electronics. I rebelled against CDs when they first came out. )Cassettes were just fine.) When that passed, I made myself believe that mp3 players were unnecessary, because who doesn't want to run around with a backpack full of CDs in order to have variety when listening to their portable CD player? My television still has tubes. I held onto my cellphone for so long that by the time I upgraded it, which was necessary if I wanted to push a button without it spazzing and turning off, the cellular device saleslady (that's right, her job is to know phones) didn't recognize my Blackberry Pearl at all. Before her time, I guess. That being said it won't surprise you to know that I bought my Compaq Presario C500 in 2007.

Yeah.... I have gotten it into my head that I want to record footage, import it to my 6+ year old computer, try to edit it and see if I can get it to upload. I believe my foolishness is starting to show. This may end all of my grand schemes of editing. It very well may be a year of videos that are continuous shots and drawn out soliloquies. I apologize in advance, or I would if anyone would be watching. We also cannot forget that with the blogging, my computer takes about 30 to 45 minutes to warm up. Yeah. Warm up. Like an ancient radio. It needs to consider how much it likes me for the better part of an hour so I can click on something and not have it take 5 minutes to respond. What was I thinking, indeed.

I will charge into this year and not look back. My devices and I may or may not make it, but only time will tell. So, as I sit here finishing off a one pound Snickers bar, I'll consider how some of my bad choices were completely worth it.

Happy New Year.