Yesterday, my blog was, without my consent, overrun by a Russel Crowe-posting maniac, aka Emily. Usually when this sort of thing happens, (see the potatoes posts 12345), I have a chuckle, and calmly move on. This time however, I have ruthlessly deleted the posts. I shall explain why, and also give you a little insight into my personal blogging experience as of late.
For the last several hundred posts of mine, but particularly from about the time I made my 1900th post here on this site, I have enjoyed watching the number of posts I’ve made increase, always associating it with a historical date. There were composers’ births in 1685, those same composers’ deaths in the 1750s, overtures of 1812, gold rushes of the 1850s, in 1901 I saw Australia’s federation arrive, saw WW1 kick off in 1914, saw the Wall Street crash of 1929, saw another world war come and go, saw the Bulldogs only premiership win of 1954, saw the coming of decimal currency in 1966, the drawn grand final of 1977, saw Orwell’s dystopia of 1984, saw my own birth in 1991, Emily’s in 1993, my brother’s in 1994, and finally my first day of school in 1997.
Then Emily struck, robbing me of almost a decade between 1998 and 2006, including, crucially, the turning of the millennium aka my 2000th post.
So you see, this is why I had to delete those posts. So now, resuming with this my 1998th post, I can continue where I left off, on the brink of years beginning with 2s, and with the momentous event of historical dates becoming future ones just on the horizon.
BB OMG IT WAS CUD CUDS LIKE ALL NIGHT LIKE PHYSICAL CONTACT ALL THE TIME LIKE I DIDN’T EVEN HATE IT I CUD CUDDED BACK I THINK I WAS BIG SPOON AT ONE POINT TOO AND HE WAS LIKE HOLDING MY ARM WHEN I WAS BIG SPOON BB IT WAS SO CUTE I MIGHT CRY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.