Post Recycling – December 2008

December 2008 was my first full month of writing PSGOM, which is why it’s a little depressing that I only managed to crank out 7 posts.  At least my apathy makes writing this post a bit easier.  Welcome to Post Recycling!

The first post of the month, on the 2nd, was Emergency Beacon, in which I complain about tough it is to be a blogger, and excuse myself for not completing a post a day.  Ah, how young and naive I was, back in those days.  And lazy.  I’m glad to say (and you should already know this, if you’re paying attention) that I’ve actually been achieving daily updates for a few months.  It’s all about forming a habit – if only I could have expressed this to my -1 year self.

Anyway, as lame as it is, this post was significant because it was the first one in which I basically just say that I’m not going to be posting today.  There have been quite a few of them since, so it’s good to know where it all started.  Spurred in to action by my own crapness, I managed to publish 5 posts in the next 6 days – which wasn’t bad going.  For then.

These posts included Me Reading Comics RIP, a lament on missing the world of comic books.  If I was to do it again, I’d probably re-write it quite drastically, but the essence of what I was trying to say is still there.  It still makes me a bit sad to think how out of touch I’ve become.  Since writing the article, I checked on Wikipedia to see if Batman really was dead (he is).  I then read a synopsis of how it had happened and it was mental, to say the least.  It was as if all those years of commitment to the DC Universe had completely disappeared; I guess I now know how it feels to be de-programmed from a cult.

I clearly hadn’t become addicted to X Factor blogging at this stage; I commented on the final four contestants in The Fantastic Four?, but I didn’t bother commenting on any of the subsequent shows.  What’s interesting is that, apart from Alexandra, I was pretty ambivalent about the contestants.  Which is weird, because I think I’d prefer any of last year’s final 5 (Alexandra Burke, JLS, Eoghan Quigg, Diana Vickers and Ruth Lorenzo) over this year’s finalists.  Is this feeling genuine or is it just the rose-tintedness of hindsight?  Will I think the same thing next year?  Perhaps I will, but it might be because the contestants are worse again.  God, I hope not.  I guess you could check back next year and see.

My final post of the year, Lazy Boy, is another post whining about me not having done enough blogging.  It was certainly becoming a theme.  Would I pull my socks up in January? Come back, next month, and find out.

View all of my posts for December 2008 here.