I am mulling over the reasons for the infrequency of my blogging, and when I come to any conclusions I will share them with you. (I'm sure the problem is contained in that very sentence, actually, but I still can't put my finger on it.)
But in the meantime, a public service announcement: You absolutely must watch Battlestar Galactica. In case you haven't seen it, it's a post-apocolyptic outer-space show about the remnant of humanity left over after humanoid-looking robots, the Cylons, nuke their planets. So it's not super cheerful, but it's got some of the best storytelling and acting out there, especially Mary McDonnell (the mom in Donnie Darko), as the totally relatable and also terrifyingly unitary-executivish President, who may also be the prophesied "dying leader" fated to bring her people to a new home, and Edward James Olmos as the gruff, possibly alcoholic Admiral-with-a-heart-of-gold. Right now the last half-dozen or so episodes are airing, and I'm pretty sure they're going to reveal the actual fate of humanity. Which, again, I'm not promising it will be cheerful, but at least we'll know what we're in for.