Nothing to tell you, nothing much to say

"Got nothing to tell you, I've got nothing much to say ..." - Patty Griffen ('Heavenly Day')

I haven't posted a great deal lately except for annoying rants, which I'd rather not do. (But they escape every now and again, as in my last post.) And as I try to write something now, I realize I haven't anything actually worthwhile to say.

Well, that's not quite true. The fact is, I've been so busy updating other people's sites, blogs etc., I haven't done much on my own. But I've actually got a few knocking about in my head. In fact, I've written some pretty interesting ones as I walk the dog through Odell Park. The problem is finding the time to get them out of my head and into a blog post.

There's the one about The Stream. And the one about who Michael Jackson was. There was ...

I was just interrupted by a phone call. That's what things are like these days. Even when I take a moment to write something, it gets disrupted and peters into nothing.

Here's a list of some of my current obsessions:

Why does IE 8 not show my sidebars?
What in the world is wrong with the configuration of my PC? It has become a nightmare of "not responding." Thank heaven I primarily use a Mac.
I'd like a new Mac (MacBook Pro). I kind of need a new one if only for more capacity. Can I afford one with all the house related things I have to get (like a new deck - old one collapsing).
With my increased workload, how do I maintain my blogs, Twitter accounts and the ding-dang house?
Is it me and my workload, or has summer imposed a "nothing new here" feel to topics like social media, the future of news and tech/marketing related subjects generally?

And so on.

By the way, you wouldn't know it from the surface look, but I actually have been doing a fair amount of work on one of my blogs: Piddleville. I've been updating reviews, links to external reviews on IMDb and generally trying to clean up the mess it has become over the years.