With apologies to Frank Miller, of course.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go, you see. The new design was to have been ready and launched so that all you people reading this on August 4 would have something nice and pretty to look at.

Instead my muse missed its deadline and my modem has been frizzing out every five minutes anyway. So, in completely fitting fashion, my first anniversary celebration has gone relatively ker-blooey.

So, I dunno, writing the "first anniversary" post while it's still Aug 3 doesn't seem fair. Then again, I want this to be viewable during August 4, and that won't happen if I wait until tomorrow night to do this.

So. 300 posts in 365(ish) days. Not a bad average, really.

It's a nice feeling to know I've kept this up for a year. Whatever the hell this thing is. I think its found its direction in non-direction. The point of a journey is not to arrive and so on and so forth.

Still. On August 4, 2003, I started this blog. Go on; I've put the archives in a monthly format now, so it won't be an uber-headache for you to skim the past. Go on, see my horribly humble beginnings. A year ago I was entertaining myself with the California recall and trying to find humor in the porno spam that floods my inbox each day. Sex and politics. Nice to see nothing's changed in a year.

I still hear rumors there's people who don't know me that view this blog. I don't believe it, because even when my e-mails right at the top of the fucking page nobody bothers to write me. Except my friends, but that's what I pay them to do.

So, bowing to the usual peer pressure and opening myself to ridicule beyond imagining, I have officially opened the floor to the peanut gallery. That's right. You'l see, at the bottom of every post (provided I got the damn code right) an option to post comments.

I'm afraid. I'm very, very afraid.

I do have one caveat: for those of you who inexplicably find what I may write of such worth that you inexplicably think what you have to say about what I have to say so imporatnt that you have to write about it too (where was this sentence going and where did it fly so tragically off its railing?), please use your actual name. I don't care if you used the same username since 1996; if I'm brave/foolish enough to put my name on this thing, you can own your words too. Last names not required, but lets at least pretend to be civil and use our real names. It makes cursing one another out so much more personable, don't you think?
What the hell was I talking about?

Oh, yeah: comments section. Go ahead, comment. This ain't no democracy--I can always take that option out.

But, anyway, it's been a year. My brain is shot--mostly because I'm tired and frustrated I couldn't get the redesign done in time, although the fact that my internet connection is crapping out every ten minutes (again) might have something to do with it.

I'd like to do a restrospectivew post. If nothing else, it's good to write self-congratulatory indulgences on miniscule milestones. But that can wait for now.

Anyway.

It's after midnight. time to alter the time and date fields.

My thanks to all that have actually read this thing for a whole year. Hope you stick around for year two.