happy blogaversary, selfie

Ten years ago, I started The Laughorist, appropriately enough on Bloomsday. I've kept at it. Not every day. I'm glad I did.

Thanks for reading my words.

I invite you to browse backwards into the archives, strolling through the streets of my imagination and the precincts of my world.

Call me Boulevardier.

vacuum

My biological purgatorium event went fine, thanks.

You might infer, from the paucity, nay, the nullity, of comments to my posts that no one reads this, that these postings reside in a solipsistic vacuum, as it were.

You might think that, but, nay, it is not quite so.

I have data showing that people from all around the world visit this blog.

They may be mum, but, um, they're my mums.

best of the beast

By the count of Blogger.com, this is post number 666 on this blog, The Laughorist.

To some, the number 666 signifies the apocalyptic Beast, a designation of evil.

But here it's a "beast" of another kind; here it's more like the slang term meaning "one who excels or dominates," in a positive sense. As in, "She's a beast at cross-country." Or, referring to San Francisco Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum: "Dude, he's a beast."

So, I hereby declare myself a beast of blogging.

Words.

They're something.

Or nothing.

Or some thing.

Or no thing.

(Disclaimer: Since my inaugural post on Bloomsday 2006, I've actually written and published more than 666 blog posts, but decorum and job-related issues and rare prudence have dictated that I delete some postulated posts every now and then. Eh?)

Happy Blogaversary to Me

Fittingly for Bloomsday, today is the anniversary of my blog -- my blogaversary, if you will.

It is 3 years old, with 548 posts and a total of -- what? -- a mere 41 comments. (I kid, barely.)

Let the fourth year begin!

Carry on.

Laugh. Or else.

Nolo Commentare

Ever notice that many commercially or intellectually elite blogs (albeit excellent in other respects) often do not allow readers' comments?

Is the restriction against comments an attempt to avoid the muss and fuss of responding to a gazillion comments (often nutty)? Or is it intended to thwart spammers?

Or does it merely provide the blogger with the smug insularity of protection against the masses (id est, us)?

Alas, we of the proletarian elite readily accept the radically ragtag (ergo, democratic) interplay of comments and (albeit rare in my case) responses.

Excelsior! Ex mea sententia!