For instance, I didn't know that in the space of roughly 24 hours at the end of every week that I would be handing out an award and putting together a comic at this time last year, but somehow I ended up doing both, though at times I am not particularly adept at the latter. And yet, that is exactly what has come to pass.
I've alluded to the freeform way this blog came together in a few posts throughout the year, and looking back at the things I've written about always surprises me. This is not a clip show however, as I've done enough of those. No, this is just a simple, understated celebration of another one of those milestones a blog has.
But I thought it would be funny to, I don't know, look back at what I said in my very first post at Culture Kills and see just how accurate my predictions really were:
This is not a high wire act. If I fail, then I am willing to accept that and go on.I just hope that the third time truly is the charm.
Hitting the one year mark is a good sign, and knowing that I have put down approximately 3 times more entries during this year than I did at my previous two blogs combined is also good for my esteem and the future of this blog.
I sort of feel like I am moving into a new apartment here… it is a little plain at the moment and the place needs a little sprucing up. Of course, it will take me a little time to get the place to better reflect my tastes and sensibilities (but I pray, not my housekeeping skills, because no one needs to see that). For starters, this blog’s name may change, as “Culture Kills… wait, I mean cutlery” may not really reflect what I am doing in this little green backwater of the blogosphere, so I may have to roll with what’s going on.
Let's see, I stayed at Culture Kills, and I did indeed stay green... though I don't know if I am in the backwaters or now. Part of me still thinks it is a little bit of a stupid name. I was contemplating moving away from the trademark plaid background of the site as well this week, but really, it is tacky and oh so me. It is like a nice warm blanket that I wrap around myself to keep me warm. I mean, what would I go to? Polka dots? Stripes? Random strings of flashing obscenities?
Nah. The Tartan is staying.
To begin with, I am… how shall I put this mildly. I’m cranky. Not in a bad way or anything. My crankiness is woven from the finest materials, the rich Corinthian leathers of the cultural universe if you will. Sometimes I am entertaining, sometimes I am annoying… and you have to take the good with the bad.
Yep... I am still as bitchy as ever. In fact, I am just a walker and housecoat away from being one of those grumpy old men who yell at kids for playing on my lawn.
Will you laugh? You just might. Will you continue to read this blog (by whatever name it takes)? Only time will tell.
Well, I did stick around, and I know a lot of you were around during my first few weeks, so I guess that held true as well. Of course, I've made quite a few more friends throughout the blogging world as well, and there are a few new things up my sleeve for the upcoming year as well. And for the bloggers out there that stoppped blogging during the past year, here's hoping you come back and do some of your best work. I feel like pouring a 40 on the street for those who no longer rock us with their blogging words, but alas, that is a waste of perfectly good alcohol, so I can't do it.
So what will the future hold for Culture Kills? As my past self said 367 days ago: Only Time will tell.
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