I'm good at putting things off and leaving them until a later date.
Our bedroom still hasn't been decorated because we really should sort out the garden first. My teeth are probably full of holes because I'm going to make that dental appointment, tomorrow. I'm the heaviest I've ever been because I'm going to start my diet, next week. I might start a blog, sometime.
Ten years ago, I ran a big website from my bedroom. I fielded calls from ad agencies trying to buy banner space, as I sat in front of my big chunky pc in my pyjamas. I reluctantly met up with over-keen venture capitalists in monosyllabic London bars. I got sent free stuff; cds, magazines, games and books to review on the site. I read Wired magazine and books by Douglas Coupland. We (the husband-to-be and I) went on a pilgrimage to Silicon Valley and emailed home from an orange iMac G3 at the Apple Store in San Francisco. I loved the Internet.
I still love the Internet but over the last eight years I've led a kind of passive life online. I've lurked on a forum or two, posting only once in a while. I've shopped. I've sat and read my friends' tweets and profile updates on Facebook. I keep up with the news, I download songs and watch videos and listen to the radio and read about other peoples' lives and while I'm not pretending I have anything original or new or clever to offer, now I want to participate.
Tonight I got stupidly excited about listing my first ever items on ebay, after years of just buying other people's crap. And now, after only an hour or so's procrastination, I've got a weblog. Go me!
I still refuse to tweet.
