Robbo posted about his 15 year anniversary over at The Port Stands At Your Elbow. Of course, he'd been at the LlamaButchers previously (and was, in fact, my favorite of same, though I enjoyed their group musings quite a bit.)
Anyway, it got me thinking about how long I'd had a hold on this little space of the internet myself. And so, after maybe six seconds of searching (thanks, easy to manage drop down blog archive), I found my first post on July 30, 2004.
Missed it by a day.
I didn't really start posting consistently until April of 2005.
And then we have the dead-ish years of 2016-2018.
And now we're at the sketchy-ish but semi-consistent back at it. Of course, some of that is hindered by age making me less likely to say all the unpopular things that rest in my brain, even here where I live in semi-anonymity. Some is hindered by time. Some is hindered by the loss of the gloriousness that was the blog-o-sphere in the early 2000s. Because there was something about it that gave blogging the feel of community.
Much more than I've ever gotten from a group or what have you over on the book of faces.
Regardless, I'm glad Robbo is keeping at it. And I'm happy to be back here with my semi-coherent, infrequent ramblings.
And I'm grateful for the handful of you who stop by who aren't bots.
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