A year ago today I ventured belatedly into the blogosphere.
An odd birth brought about by something quite its opposite : death.
Or rather, the spectre of it.
As I told Kane in his initial Spit Roast piece, I started this blog because I thought I was going to die and wanted to get my thoughts down.
Thoughts of mortality which, oddly enough, I didn't share with any possible readers.
Instead, as stated in my first post , I shared
"...a running commentary on anything and everything. A stream of consciousness, if you will, dotted with flotsam and garbage and the occasional bloated rat carcass floating serenely on its way to the sea."
I'd like to thank everyone who's ever bothered to read this blog, and those who followed it, and especially those who still read it despite my less-than-stellar personality. Bonus points for those who comment: I always enjoy our little banter.
I'm happy to have "met" many interesting people and characters on the blogosphere. I've enjoyed reading the stories of their lives: their adventures and misadventures, their hopes and fears, the ups and downs of this business of living.
And speaking of living, Kane - keen interviewer that he is - asked me why, since I'm obviously still very much alive, I continue blogging. My reply, as some of you know, was a pithy "Coz I ain't dead yet?"
Many bloggers that I follow have been blogging for years. I don't know if I have the time, inclination, or stamina for that. But like life itself, we don't really know for sure how long we've got, do we?
So for better or worse, I guess I'll be ranting, raving, and ruminating for a while.
You decide if that's a good thing or bad.