I’m of an age to have seen the arrival of 1984 and 2001 as an adult. Those years are significant due, respectively, to the famous George Orwell book and to the famous Stanley Kubrick movie (authored by Arthur Clarke). Because of those stories, those years were mileposts in future imaginings. Would the world turn out per the dystopic 1984 vision? Or would space travel come along per the 2001 vision?
Fortunately and sadly (respectively), the answer was, “Nope.”
This evening 1984 came to mind due to thinking about 2001, and that came to mind due to thinking about this post. My 201st blog post. A small milestone for long-time bloggers, but a milestone nevertheless.
That milestone along with the recent Freshly Pressed festivities make this Chillaxmas Quintus post about some of the numbers involved.
(And just to keep you off-balance, this is also the Sixth of the Twelve Days of Christmas. What did you give your True Love today? As you know, it needs to be something along the lines of geese and laying.)
It’s been a lot of fun, and the timing has been perfect (meaning I’ve had the time), but it looks like the party is winding down. It’s almost funny how 20 or more hits in a day used to be a heavy day for the blog. Lately, that doesn’t even register! Looks like that will return to normal, though.
It is kind of ironic that the post chosen to be Freshly Pressed isn’t original material. (And as Santa texts go I actually prefer the one I posted first, Santa Claus: Fact or Fiction?) Not that I’m complaining! The party was a rush!! And it’s just one more time when Irony has been a ruling star; no surprise there!
If I have any… not concerns,… perceptions, I guess, it’s that most visitors pulled here by the Santa: Man or Woman? piece aren’t likely to find much in common with what usually goes on in these parts. One can see that in the stats. The Santa Gender Debate is racking up hit points like a maniac. All the other posts are sitting in chairs along the wall waiting to be asked to dance.
I suppose it gives me some hint of what women go through. Hey, Readers! My other posts are over here! (Recently I wrote that my brain was my breasts—my noticeable, prominent two round lobes. In this case, it’s my artificially implanted articles!)
It will be interesting when I return to my usual musings on existence, the nature of consciousness and the art of computer programming.
How many of those of you who’ve jumped on board during this Christmas Cycle will stick around? (I’ll be watching. As soon as you leave, the rest of us are going to talk about you. Not in a nice way.)
It has occurred to me that I can spare you one thing that I really want to do, but which I would be very surprised if one other person in the world finds it the least bit interesting. In the same way that some spend many years slowly building a train model or quilt, my little hobby build is a programming language, BOOL, that I’ve been tinkering with for about 20 years.
I have a book that goes with the language; it’s about 350 pages of text and diagrams and such. Completed it would probably run to 900 pages or more, but it’s unpublishable. As I said, there’s nothing about the language itself that gives reason for anyone to have an interest. It’s just a weird labor of love of mine; a silly thing to tinker with for fun.
Recently a light bulb went on, “Hey! I have a blog. I can write about BOOL!”
More recently a new light bulb went on, “Hey! There’s that [Create a New Blog] button you’ve been scratching your head over. Why not talk about BOOL in a blog?!”
I liked that light bulb, so I think I’m going to give that a whack. (A BOOL Blog!) It’ll spare the rest of you my nattering on about BOOL and give me free rein to do just that! (Win! Win!)
As for me, I’ve been spending the weekend catching up on blogs I follow and getting to know a few new ones that have come along. The 229-song Christmas tune playlist is getting one last go today, so it’s been a mellow couple days of Chillaxmas.
Two more days, and then it’s back to the grindstone. January begins a long, dark, cold time with no holidays for months! It’s the payment for all these holiday times the last two months!
I’ll leave you with one last favorite Christmas tune, Paul Young doing What Christmas Means To Me: