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On the same day as my car clocks over 50,000 miles, I hit 1,000 posts. I feel like I should write something deep and meaningful about the history of the site, how I’ve changed, and possibly include some shocking revelations.
But, frankly, I think you’ve heard all that already.
So I sit here, and wonder why I’ve bothered writing the last 222,000 words (about three-and-a-half novels), designing and redesigning the site countless times, not to mention footing the hosting bill.
I started posting about three-and-a-half years ago on The LBSC. Now, 1000 posts later I’m on my own stupidly successful site, still venting my spleen, getting hundreds of thousands of hits each month and actually spinning a profit. So, in summary, I get to spout my self-important opinions, have thousands of people read them (and present me with awards!), mess around a bit with a website, and I get paid (albeit modestly) for the privilege.
When I put it like that, I wonder why it took me so long to discover blogging! The site started over seven years ago, and looking back at archive.org always makes me smile. There was a bizarre flash-based period, a number of odd aggregation attempts, and a fantastic thing from 2002 where I used a special logo to celebrate 5000 hits – far fewer than I get in a day, now.
I’ve written a lot, and the site has come a long way since then. But even when no-one read it, it was fun. It still is fun. And as long as it is, I’ll still be writing here.