I may be a relic, with the advent of facebook and twitter which were only a twinkle in some profiteer's eye when I first started. But tempus fugit.
Come June, I'll be five years old in the Blogoshpere. Can't really explain why I'm still around. Haven't cracked 100K hits, but maybe by then.
Is it's the fame and glory that drive me? Nope. I'm not certain I'm even famous to 15 people let alone had my fifteen minutes.
Or, it's all that money I made with adsense? Given that I've not made enough so far to even have google send me my first check, nope.
Or is it the ability to exercise the First Amendment almost daily? Perhaps.
Mainly, it feels like I've been pissing in the wind, occasionally doused with my own urine. Some times it feels nice, warm and refreshing. Others, cold damp and foul, like the stench of having consumed asparagus at the last meal.
In the end, I'm feeling like I'll continue. What say you blogosphere?
Blog on friends.
Blog on all.