2011 kind of worked like this for me:
I'd go to work, do menial labor, and in my head I had to keep myself occupied, so by the end of the day there was probably something stupid that I'd want to post about, so I did. It was a good system.
But now I'm changing jobs, I'm moving, 2012 is different, and everything that you and I loved about 2011 is dead (just like how 2012 will be in a year, so don't get too attached).
The point is, writing crap is fun so I'm going to keep doing it, but from here on out I'm doing it with less regularity. That's what happens when you get old. You get tired, and lazy, and weak, with only enough energy left to hate yourself for failing at all your dreams. If you're lucky, you'll prune up and turn into Andy Rooney, but Andy Rooney already did that, so the rest of us are screwed.