Daily Newsie

Crap.

People, I competely missed my bicentennial. And I was all excited for it, too — Post 200: A Retrospective Jubilee. Since June 2, 2006, I have toiled (I originally typed “toilet”) away at my own little corner of the internet, although apparently not very diligently since 200 posts in more than two years is kind-of pathetic. Whatever. I was busy. Yesterday was the big two-oh-oh, so today I shall celebrate my bicentennial-plus-one and pretend that I meant to do it that way all along.

It’s appropriate that the mayor and I were just talking about Brooks Mitchell this evening because his untimely death was the topic of my second and third posts. In my time as a reporter I came to value people who remembered my name and treated me with respect rather than scorn at my chosen profession, and Brooks was definitely one of those people. It broke my heart when he died.

Some of my favorite posts have to do with my former life as a journalist, including the night I let a Southern girl do my makeup, when I met a woman who rescues blind horses, the day I spent wandering through a cemetery in borrowed boots, and my horror at finding half a grasshopper in my pants. In late 2006 I decided to go to graduate school, sparking a mass of posts about literature reviews and theories. Somewhere in 2007 came the coolest moment of my life, a difficult break, a milestone, and a tragedy of epic proportions, followed by this year’s milestone and thesis frustration … and you, my blogfriends, happily came along for the ride.

I thank you for your patience and encouragement, especially as I struggle to keep momentum going in these final days of NaBlo, but I have to warn you that I may resort to writing bad poetry to fill space. What rhymes with “Dr. Nerd Crush”?