Well, it's 11:30 at night, and I am in my bed, lights out, trying to write this. I don't particularly know why it's so difficult for me to keep up a blog, but a quick glance at my posting history will confirm that this go-round's been no better than the last.

Perhaps it's because I'm such a private person. That, and I don't particularly think anything that I, or most folks, have to say is actually worth the few bytes it wastes on a server somewhere. I have no facts to share, no little solution to enlighten some frustrated Googler.

But I'm in the technology business, dammit, and that means I can't care about privacy. Not my own, anyway.

So here I am, trying to force one out. Why? Because I decided that would be a thing that I do this year. The fact that I brushed off three I'll-do-it-tomorrow's for this should hopefully be a good sign, but I suppose we'll see.

Anyway, my actual point: my New Year's Resolutions. The fact that I actually call them "resolutions" should not fool you into believing that they are things about which I am resolute, things that I am resolved to accomplish. No, rather they're the same things I always want to do, but just plain don't. Yeah, I'm definitely on the busy side, but I'm even moreso lazy, which keeps personal progress far and away from actually doing any progressing.

So then, without further ado, here are things I'd like to accomplish this year, in no particular order:

• Maintain this blog. Yes indeed, that's actually the bulk of the reason why I forced myself to write tonight -- because I couldn't bear the thought of writing a blog about resolutions that include writing the blog being pushed off until some other day.
• Purchase a new WRX or GTI. Now, I hate (hate) when folks do the "I really want this or this other vastly dissimilar thing" thing, especially with cars, but consider: I deeply respect (read: love) both these vehicles, but they represent two very different things for me. The WRX is my past, my slightly over-the-top teenage dream car. The GTI is my future, my sensible but enjoyable working-professional-mobile. I will have one or the other and be pleased as punch either way, and I will do so within the year (hopefully within the half-year).
• Gain 20 pounds. I'm lazy, but my metabolism kicks ass and I often forget to eat, so I'm plenty thin. Unfortunately, I'm also built like an eighth-grader, a byproduct of a sedentary desk life. (I love what I do, but all it's doing for my body is collapsing the ol' carpal tunnel.) So I'm after twenty pounds of brand new muscles. That really only makes me about average when all's said and done, but I've always liked normal. Shouldn't really be difficult so long as I can keep myself motivated. But you know, in retrospect, I watched like ten seasons of Friends over the course of 2009, and I could have easily just sat there doing curls or something at the same time. Shame on me.
• Fully record three songs. For shit's sake, I've got so many parts of songs all over the place, you'd think I'd be able to just string a few end-on-end and check this from the list. But no, I want these to be full-on, recorded-with-the-intent-of-finishing-a-song songs, rather than the extra-elaborate 40-second demos I usually cough up. I'm not saying I want to finish the album, just something to show for a decade of serious music-making.
• Get a house? Probably a pipe dream, but it was so real last year (I literally had to give up while I had offers in because my job collapsed) that it's hard not to think of doing it again soon. It's thrilling, and I loved the prospect of having something totally my own that I could devalue on my own terms use my hands to improve. I come from a whole family of carpenters, so I guess it's a sort of innate torch-carrying desire that puts me in that kick. Either way, my rommate and I probably won't be renewing the lease on the apartment again, so I may look into a rental. And why a house? Because I love instruments and cars, and this downstairs-neighbor/work-free-garage life is stifling both those things for me. I want drums, dammit, because I have never encountered anything that I can do so wholly without thinking and not make a fool out of myself. So, that said...
• Drums. We're talkin' like 7-piece maple-shell jazz fusion kit with a Pork Pie snare and Sabian AAXs all around. Glitter silver, man. Seriously. I would drive my WRX (that I own) back to the house (that I also own), write a quick day's-summary blog (in keeping with how good I'd gotten at maintaining the blog), and drum out (on my brand new sparkly silver set) some of my own songs (already recorded at that point, natch) with my newly-muscled arms (as might Hercules). It would be the coolest. And also probably totally unlikely, considering that's the sum of all things that I could possibly hope to happen in a single year, but still awesome. This, do note, is totally dependent upon buying a house actually happening.

And that's pretty much it. This year could wind up pretty expensive, but there's no point in working if you aren't putting those earnings to use.

And that's that. I blogged.