15 December 2005
It's always post time
Mitch Berg was absolutely flabbergasted:
"The New Lineup"
was the 6,000th post on this blog.
What really blows my mind is that my 5,000th post was last May 30th; I've done a thousand in six months.
I need a life, don't I?
I looked at that, and yes, I thought, "Mitch, you need a life," but I was still musing: a thousand entries in six months? Geez, and I thought I was overdoing it.
And then I was foolish enough to count backward 1000 entries of my own, and wound up here.
On the 24th of July.
Which means I've done a thousand entries in less than five months.
Which means, I guess, that however badly Mitch may need a life, I need one 20 percent worse.
Posted at 7:00 AM to Blogorrhea
For me, it's 1484 posts - including all comments - in four and a half years. Yet somehow I don't think I have eight times more of a life than you do.
When I had only been blogging for a month or two somebody wrote on her own blog: "She got it from Melinama, just about the most prolific writer that I know of, who's blog seems to update four times a day..." I was so embarrassed that subsequently I kind of dried up. Now it's mostly one a day.
Let me quote this recent comment on this here blog:
...And let's face it, one of the reasons I have developed some semblance of a life is the fact that I have some actual time for it, which wouldn't necessarily be the case were there two of us around here...
So, like, which is it Chaz: do you or do you not have a life? And/or regrets? And/or satisfaction?
Men are mystery.
"Life" is open to variations in definition. To the extent that I do things that don't involve vegetating in front of a screen, then yes, I have a life, although perhaps less of one than I might desire.
Regrets? I've had a few.
And while I'm loath to describe myself as "satisfied," which comes too close for comfort to the mythical "happy," I am decidedly more content with my lot than I was, say, six years ago, when falling off the edge of the earth looked like a reasonable option.
Mysterious? Not really. (If you can read half the stuff here, you probably know more about me than I do.) I have, however, come to grips, Whitmanlike, with the contradictions I embody: I find stuff on here all the time that pushes the "What were you thinking?" button.
Jesus H. Christ, it's taken me the better part of two years to get to 500! Do you go out, work, go to the bathroom even?!
I work 48 hours a week and I take a diuretic.
What is the big deal about a thousand posts in six months? That's like about 5 a day, isn't it?
I don't see how that's demonstrating some sort of addiction to blogging necessarily. I write more responses to posts than that in a day..and yes I work, go out, shop, cook, do laundry, teach school, go to the bathroom and chew gum too :)
The Instant Man probably does a thousand in two months, though rather a lot of them consist of simply "Heh" or "Indeed".
InstaPundit aka Glenn H. Reynolds. (The H. is not for "Heh," but it should be.) It's a running joke in blogdom; his third catchphrase is "Read the whole thing." The man has the shortest posts (outside of open threads) in the entire 'sphere.
It's not well known, but for every short post, Reynolds writes 12 pages of text - and edits like crazy. Meanwhile, I might take a life 20% worse than, say, Bill Gates, but I wouldn't write a blank check on that for anyone else's life.