Possumblog

Another sign of old age?

Well, today marks the fourth birthday of Possumblog, four blogyears ago in the blogiverse being the equivalent to sometime after fire was invented, but a bit before the fashioning of metal tools. OH! And we couldn't make fire--we had to carry it around with us when we moved from camp to camp. It was a stressful time--ever try to hunt mastodons with a stick? It's pretty hard. So's coming up with a nice color of paint for the ceiling of the cave that doesn't clash with the drapes. Of course, there were some benefits of living way back then in the Blogolithic era, but mostly it was having to deal with pestilence, famine, saber toothed tigers, and frequent Blogger/Blogspot outages.

Anyway, here I sit now, able to look back and marvel at how far we've come, and able to enjoy the golden age of people--individual people-type persons--sitting at a desk typing on a computer.

One day civilizations will look back at this time and marvel as well, asking, "How did these people ever get anything done at work? Why was no one upset at Glenn Reynolds's hunger for blended puppies? Who would ever read something named after a large, rat-like marsupial? Did Mrs. Sanni Abacha ever get that money transferred?"

And, as I do every day, I ask myself, "Why do I keep doing this?"

I really don't know, other than it gives me something to do to stave off raving lunacy. Or facilitate it. Whatever. I do know that it has been funner than fun can be to meet all of you, whether in person or in pixels, and I appreciate all you folks who've been along for the journey so far. I also appreciate your patience in the lackluster spotty quality you're forced to put up with--I promise the next four years will be the best four more years I have ever had when it comes to coming up with stupid stuff. Unless, you know, it's not. In which case I apologize in advance.

Anyway, to repeat that first statement I started this thing with back on December 20, 2001 at 11:29:35:

"Well, it's finally gotten easy enough, so I herewith launch out into the fetid, overcrowded harbor of blogginess, courtesy of some computerized thingamabobber. You know, when they tapped out the old "what hath God wrought" line on the telegraph, I'm sure they figured this is where it would lead. Serves 'em right."

Heh. Indeed.