six years worth

Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of the site and I didn't even mention it in the entry. Oh, I might have remembered, but probably didn't know what to say about it. Celebrating myself seems odd and even more self indulgent than writing about myself on an almost daily basis for as long as I have here. Actually when I think about it some more I realize that I wasn't in much of a writing mood and it's been that way for a while and I'm not sure why. Maybe "choppy little sentences full of simple, bland observations seemingly calculated specifically not to enlighten" were suddenly beyond my ability. That endorsement said years ago by Gus still makes me smile.

Despite that comment the past six years have been interesting for me and I'm glad that some of what I did during that time made it here even it was dull at times. Highlights for me would be my thoughts on seeing the world and how people relate to one another in general. Others may have preferred the rant entries, but those don't seem to be as frequent anymore. I guess that what I am saying is that even though not every entry is that gripping and the focus of what I want to say has changed over time, everything that I say here is still me and that should count for something.

Six years ago doing the site seemed like a novel idea and at the time there were less people doing it. Now this concept is about one step away from punching fists and other animated gifs on the web, but I keep going anyway. In its small way it still makes me happy.

Quite often I'm not sure what to say anymore, because this has become less of a way for me to sort things out than a place to make casual observations and notes to myself. One positive trend that I have noticed is that whenever I mention on the site somewhere that I want to go in the world, it usually happens within the following year. From my perspective this site acts as a self fulfilling prophecy without the negative connotation that normally goes with that phrase. So maybe I need to talk about painting and drawing more than I do and then that would become a part of my life again as well.

As I hinted before, I don't have as much to complain about in life. Generally speaking I am fairly content with what is happening and there are more positive things on the horizon. I wouldn't say that I have stopped wanting things from life, but I might say that I have gained a small amount of patience since I stared the site. Using the word mature would be going too far and doesn't seem right to me.

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The Eastern Seaboard may have got pounded with wind and rain, but today was another day of late summer weather here far from the ocean and once again I thoroughly enjoyed it. Soon the sun will set even sooner and there won't be any more days when I can sit out my deck and read without the wind giving me a chill. That simple pleasure will have to be taken inside and done on a couch under some afghans.

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Lately I've been making my way through a stack of Infinity Inc books and it's odd to see a fully coherent version of Hippolyta Hall. It would be years until Morpheus would do away with her husband Hector in the Dreaming and cause her to go over the edge. To this day I wonder why DC let Gaiman do that to her. I'm not saying that what he did was wrong, but it seems odd to think that a minor character who was the only daughter of the Earth Two Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor would eventually become a key player in The Sandman, a book that transformed the industry.

 
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