1000 Posts: A Grand Day Indeed

Well, there you have it - me, on film. Not the kind of thing I care to watch, but you might like it. Not unlike Adam Sandler, C-Span, or foxy boxing to name just three.

Expect more of this sort of thing from now on, only hopefully I'll get better and better at producing it. Better lighting, better set design, and not so obviously reading from cue cards either. Plus puppets. Lots and lots of puppets.

Oh well, years from now the above clip should give me something to look back on and laugh about, which is what really matters in life, isn't it? No matter where we go, what we do, or who we're with, it's nice to have a bit of a laugh.

In the immediate future, though, is the daunting task of publishing 1008 posts between today and New Year's Day, which is a mere 148 days away. The last couple of weeks I've purposely stopped myself from posting items I wanted to because I was aware of needing some rest. I've also needed the perspective, to find my way forward. In both instances, I think I've found what I need.

The other task at hand is to encourage more participation from readers. This means comments, yes, and not just from the three or four people who always comment, either. Poor Mr. Gagne is busy with his own life; he doesn't need to spend an hour a day down the Comment mines, searching for the choicest nuggets to lob at me.

Since the only way I know how to elicit comments is to be outrageous, that's what I'm gonna do. I'm not fond of aggressive marketing, especially of myself, but I can see that this is also the kind of thing I'm going to need to do more of.

(That and not dangling my prepositions.)

Anyway, it's Pride Day here in Vancouver, so I'm off to attend the Parade and later to go dancing. You may rest assured that all the best of the day will appear here in due time, and any of the worst (if there is any) will be on Self-Loathario as soon as I can come to terms with it.

Happy 1000th post! It's as much your day as mine.