Yeah, well, is it a surprise to anyone? (Hell, is there anyone that's actually going to read this entry??)

Let's face it: the writing had been on the wall (so to speak) since early this year; some sputters and spurts of inspiration kept things going for a little while, but by Spring time I think it was self-evident that the drive that kept this blog going just wasn't with me anymore. For me, the clincher came 'round June when I realized I had things worth writing about and no desire to sit down and post about it. The '05 model of the Wire wasn't a strong as the earlier versions, and . . . well . . . what can you do?

This is the 420th post. In its first year, from August '03 to August '04, I wrote 300. I think the writing on the wall really started last fall when I began my Mostly Weekly blogging, but it picked up now and again and . . .

Oh, fuck the retrospective. You'd think it was a fucking eulogy or something.

This was my blog. I started it because I had things I wanted to say, whether anybody wanted to read them or not; whether they had any value or not. I don't think I've said it all, but obviously I've said enough. It had some good moments, more than a few really dumb moments, and I think once a month I managed something that could be charitably described as insightful. It also contained enough grammatical errors to shame my seventh-grade English teacher, but what do you expect? For a blog about absolutely nothing, I think it managed pretty well.

This is not the end. Closure is for pussies. Maybe someday I'll resurrect this thing; or perhaps I'll turn it into a 15-year-old diary and only post when I'm feeling depressed and self-centered. (As opposed to when this blog was active and my posts were made when I was happy and self-centered.)

The archives remain open, and so do the comments, because I am that egotistical. May I particularly recommend Ouroborous and the Art of Name Dropping which might be my hands-down favorite post out of all previous 419. But feel free to peruse the rest; trust me, there are a few worth reading.

My thanks to everyone that read this thing, and especially to those motivated enough to tell me that they read it, and most importantly to the handful that not only admitted that they read it, but admitted that they actually liked it. I did it all for me, but I'm glad you came along for the ride.

This was the Electric Wire. You can go home now.

But I'd still keep those pocket knives handy, just to be safe....