Ping: I Am Alive

Not that I think there are too many people who are too terribly worried, but I am doing just dandy. (When Mom had mentioned she thought she should call when she hadn't seen any blog updates, I figured it was time to drop a quick word again.)

I'm still working at Gawker Media, running the tech sites (including Gizmodo, Kotaku, Lifehacker, and Consumerist). It's sort of perfect. I get to meddle with the work of the sites' editors just like Denton used to meddle with mine. Revenge, even transposed, is sweet.

Since the job is pleasant enough (and only half as stressful as helming Gizmodo was) I'm trying to force myself back into some sort of self-improvement routine: reading more (incl. smarty books, not just sci-fi and comics); building a more complete brewing kit and kegerator; writing music again; and most frustratingly, getting some exercise.

I've several mental bulwarks in place that will help me keep exercising this time, such as an upcoming Dance Dance Revolution tournament in which I will be competing, as well as Burning Man in August. (It always sucks to go out into the desert and not want to take my shirt off for the three-to-five minutes my skin allows.)

When I was last in Kansas City, I dressed down Mom for her eating habits and lack of exercise, leading to inevitable tears. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I was anyway, because that's what happens when I start lecturing people about things I'm also insecure about. Maybe once I figure out how to keep slim I can harangue her, but not before.

So: Sorry, Mom. If you're reading, I'm doing just fine, and I think you are, too.