Public Address turned two the other day. The first entries were posted on November 21, 2002.
I can’t find it now, but I remember one of the first reviews discussing what we were all writing about. Russell on politics and technology, Chad the trials and tribulations of being a tragically hip writer, Debra on yoga and spiritual enlightenment. Regarding me, it simply said “I’m not sure if he knows what he’s writing about yet.”
Good to know that nothing’s changed.
Two years ain’t that long, but it’s long enough to have seen a number of bloggers come and go, both within publicaddress and without. Friends of mine have climbed on the bandwagon, realised that even a steady stream of self-important nonsense is hard to sustain for more than a few months.
So yay, we’re still here, the uber-blog the others love to hate. Thanks for having us. And thanks to the unsung heroes at Cactuslab for the birthday makeover.
As Forrest might say, That’s All I have to say about That.
Special treat on its way for all you Monthy Python fans. Best I get thee to a transcriber. Ni! Ni! [sigh]