It Flies, I Tell You
Time, I mean. Tomorrow will mark one year since I started this website, during which close to 400,000 visitors have paused to look around. Both of these things amaze me. Feedback has been surprisingly positive and, inspiration permitting, I’m hoping to spend more time working on it in future. As regular visitors will know, the content is pretty eclectic (by disorder, not design) and includes essays on art, academia, Islam and politics, along with interviews, news commentary, over 1,000 bits of ephemera and quite a few short films, some of which are touching, while others are just peculiar or in questionable taste.
Suggestions, comments and corrections are, of course, welcome. As are PayPal donations, which help keep this place running and make me feel important.
That is all. Carry on.
great blog David.
“Suggestions, comments and corrections are, of course, welcome.”
Dancing girls?
You can’t go far wrong with dancing girls.
[ Jots down “dancing girls”, with question mark. ]
You *do* realise I blame this whole blog thing on you? And on Andrew at 3:AM, and The Thin Man. That’s the last time I take your advice. Pah.
Congratulations, and thanks for a lot of interesting and thoughtful work. I tried to give you a trackback, but could not seem to make it work. I’m not sure which end the problem is on.
Pwyll,
[ Jots down “trackbacks.” ]
Hm. I don’t think there’s a problem at this end, unless it’s a temporary TypePad glitch. Still, it’s the thought that counts. And I see Carnal Reason is back with us, where it most definitely belongs. Thanks for the kind words. I’m positively strutting.
“I blame this whole blog thing on you..”
Hmmmm! Yeah, but WE aren’t the ones doing the Typepad Pole Dance. Nobody forced you to stand on the corner of Blog Street waving your philosophical booty at the passing traffic.
Bon Anniversaire.
“Doing the Typepad Pole Dance.”
[ Wipes tear from eye. ]
Heh. I may have to use that one. And, bugger, this bejewelled thong is chafing.
I couldn’t resist this from a letter to the Grauniad on the death of Miles Kington
“It has long been known that “To the water, now is the time!” was the one-time motto of the French navy (Letters, July 12) – that is, until British derision greeted their cries of “A l’eau, c’est l’heure!”
Chiz
“And, bugger, this bejewelled thong is chafing.”
How’s that for coincidence.
My comment was originally going to start “We may have given you the blogging thong, but you were the one who put it on and proceeded to (insert Sid Jamesesque double-entendre here)”
Yes, it’s uncanny. I’m still reeling from the sailor gag. Just when I think I’ve classed the joint up, there’s always a new low.
“You *do* realise I blame this whole blog thing on you?”
That’s it, refuse to accept responsibility. You’ll be blaming society next.
[ Jots down “door policy” and “riff raff”. Underlines both. ]
Happy birthday, David.
Thanks for all the thoughts, entertainment – and food. Great stuff. That was a very short year.
A little music, perhaps.
http://fp.ignatz.plus.com/teendirt.mp3
Many happies. It’s a great blog. If I had one criticism, it would be that you’re maybe a bit easy-going on Madeleine Bunting. I mean, she’s still alive…
Tea and biscuits would be nice too.
(My blog is Matt’s fault as well. The bastard. I used to have real-life friends, you know.)
Tom,
“I mean, she’s still alive…”
Yes, I feel I should apologise for that. But, hey, the night is young. And the last parts of my atomic catapult should be arriving shortly.
[ Wheels in tray of Twinings and McVities. ]
And no crumbs. I’ve just had the rug cleaned.
Belated happy returns.
You were, unforgivably, not blogrolled at my place previously: now being rectified. Always a great and pleasingly eclectic read.
Why, thank you, Mr E.