That's a scary future date. Will the world be underwater? Will it be Martian water?
It's also the number of this post. I've written two thousand, one hundred, & ninety-nine posts on this blog. Counting today's. That's fucking crazy.
When I was a kid, like in elementary school, I wanted so badly to have my own line of comics books. I would take a piece of paper, fold it, & on the outside draw a front + back cover, & on the inside the story.* Rarely did I finish an actual story. I remember I had named the comics line - something like GAD Comics (GAD are my initials), but I can't really remember - but I was most proud of the tag line: "We're not newer, we're just better."
There were probably no more than ten of these - many of them written & drawn hastily in-between dumb assignments in school - & naturally they were all very derivative. I was not going to be a comics writer or artist when I grew up, not with this stuff in evidence.
The point of this little aside is that I hardly ever finished anything I started when I was a kid, & really, well into adult life. I grew bored easily, & I lacked the patience & follow-through to commit to something that might have led to a more creative life. But oh well. Because:
This blog has almost got 2200 posts! The fourteen year old me would have been astonished.
Hell, I am astonished. Not just because of the posts here, but that I'm on my fourteenth year of a silly radio program. Who would've thunk it?
Probably not my mom. She would've thrown out all my tapes after I moved the show from Austin.
That last line only has bite if you've read the note below. I am still not a very good writer.
* Oh yes, I would have gladly saved all of these, & carried them with me for the rest of my life. Alas, I came home from school some time in the seventh or eighth grade to find my mother had thrown them all away when she cleaned out my closet. Any bit of creativity - anything I wrote & drew before that time - was consigned to a dumpster. No, I have never forgiven her for that.
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