I haven't decided how to feel about this. It's a kind of muted achievement I suppose, to have consistently documented my life over the last few years. It's rather like the people who take a photo of themselves every day with a view to making one of those two-minute time-lapse videos. A lot of work goes in, years of self-discipline and remembering and camera-positioning... for something that is quickly consumed... and then quickly forgotten about.
I always find things like that a bit melancholy - I'm not sure that the output will ever mean quite the same thing to the observer as it does to the creator...
... which reminds me of the time I was seven and I lay in bed, counting up to a thousand on my fingers. When I got there, I excitedly leaped out of bed, burst into the living room and told my parents - who, in no uncertain terms, told me to go straight back.
Well, a thousand posts it is, and such a part of my life it is, that continue I feel I probably should... although possibly not in the style of awkward-Yoda.
I hope you've at least found some of them entertaining and you've been gracious enough to ignore all the typos and all the pontificating. My thanks to you.
Here's a poem that says exactly that, I think ...
A Thousand Blog Posts
I've written a thousand blog posts
But I don't think it's really that grand
To pretend I've a nose for some wonderful prose
When my life is so frequently bland
I've written a thousand blog posts
It's a kilo of nonsense I guess
In a million words from the deep to absurd
I've proven outright, 'more is less'
I've written a thousand blog posts
And it's taken me three and a half years, to
Show-off like a pro and let everyone know
What goes bouncing between my two ears
I've written a thousand blog posts
Some silly, some funny, some wrong
So if you've read the lot, since the sea was first hot,
Let me thank you for reading along
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