Woohoo! Blog #100.

Pretty amazing that I got this far and people actually read some of it. Over the years (or months - who's counting?) I've blogged about a wide variety of interesting topics, while always taking two minutes (or twenty) to wax poetic about myself.

According to the justblogme.com homepage, there have been 3,341 total blog entries since the inception of the website. That means my 100 make up roughly 3% of the blog content on here. Not too shabby.

Perhaps more impressive, is that my blog has received 135 out of the 1,179 total comments posted. That's over eleven percent! Hard to believe that one out of every nine comments has been inspired by my scholarly writing, but the proof is in the pudding. Granted, most of the commentors have been friends/family of mine - but everyone has friends and family, and I've managed to grab the attention of a few strangers along the way. (By the way, you all rock.)

Lately though, the 'ol Monster has been slowing down its pace. It's not that I stopped enjoying blogging, I've just been trying to move myself towards some productive, career-oriented things. I gotta pay the bills somehow, and this blog certainly isn't doing it. Besides, this shit takes time. I'm not really a slow writer, just a thorough scrutinizer of my work. The average blog can take me anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours, and I've thrown down a few epics that took the better part of an evening.

I love every entry though, and I've learned a great deal about writing, about myself, and about the value of a thesaurus. This is where I've always felt the most comfortable; where I'm on top of my game and dissecting the world. I know there's a life in writing for me somewhere out there, but regardless of where I end up, I'll always have this forum of freedom.

It helps me find my voice.

And it's a powerful voice.

This much I know.

Sometimes I try biting off more than I can chew, but if I take things one issue at a time, I'll eventually write my way around the world. And I think the world needs that. The world needs a lot.

Seriously.

I was just leafing through the new Time Magazine with "The Best Pictures of the Year". Possibly the most depressing pictorial ever. Nothing but death, disaster, devastation, and depression. Every other picture had a corpse in it. Hurricanes, earthquakes, riots, wounded soldiers, even the dead pope took a pose. The only image that appeared even remotely positive (unless you count the newly-franchised Afghani woman, which is nice) was some crazy, large-scale art creation by Christo.

Are the artists all we have left? Must we inject beauty into an otherwise desloate planet? I'm not gonna get that pessimistic, but advanced as we are, there is something dramatically backwards about the current state of humankind.

I'll try my best to get to the bottom of it. What else do I have to do?

Just Blog Me baby.... Let's hope for a hundred more.

I was just guessing, at numbers and figures

Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science, science and progress

Do not speak as loud as my heart