Wordpress posted a blog entry about LJers transferring their blogs, along with instructions as to how you can do it too. Very smart move on their part, and is a good example of how to use your blog for marketing.
http://en.blog.wordpress.com/2009/01/08/livejournal-migration-made-easy/

I've been trying to figure out why I don't post here anymore.

It's not because I don't like my LJ friends, because I do. (And I'm grateful that you haven't scrubbed me from your lists.)

It's not because I'm bored of LJ.

It's not because I don't have things to say.

I think my problem is that I'm not sure if this is the right place to say these things anymore.

And yet, I can't let it go completely and delete it.

It may be because it's comforting to know it's here. All my old thoughts from years past, and the possibility of me posting here sometime in the vague future, like a family opening their arms to me once again.

I've been posting on my food blog fairly regularly, but I haven't had the urge to write long posts here about my personal life. Maybe it's because some of you aren't so anonymous anymore. I used this journal for therapy in a lot of ways, and I've found that therapy is easier if it's with someone you don't know. Can I be truthful here without locking posts to just myself? I'm not sure if I can.

Boo!

Have been too busy stuffing myself silly with many new year and birthday meals to pop on and wish you all a happy year of the rat.

Migraines are getting better, which is good. Am spending the weekend with various friends, which is even better.

Look, two posts in one day!

I had to share. Did you know Stephen Fry has a blog? And did you know he's been writing geeky articles for The Guardian and posting them on said blog?

My sister and brother kept hoping their schools would close this week due to the bitter cold and piles of snow that was dumped on us this past weekend.

I burst their bubble by telling them the only time I remember the city schools closing was during a week when I was in junior high and the snow went up to an adult's thighs. And technically, the schools stayed open for those students who had no where to go, but there were no classes held.

Coming into work every morning has been like driving on an ice rink. And driving home has been at a snail's pace. We haven't had this kind of weather in a while. This is what winter used to be. As cold as it is, and as much as I like being warm, I kinda missed it.