Well, it’s finally happened. I’ve hit 2000 views on this basic, rudimentary, unenlightening portal for the inner doings of my mind’s eye.
It probably doesn’t seem like that much – I mean, if someone as untalented as Rebecca Black can get several million-billion hits on YouTube, I guess the pretentious writings of a twenty-something Australian fanboy must seem pretty tiny in comparison. But it is a pretty big deal for me; ever since this little gig started way back in the mists of 2009, it’s stumbled its way through several self-indulgent reviews (mostly of things I read), taken a large hiatus for 2010 before making a return in 2011 that no one was waiting for. Since then we’ve looked at achievement grinding, poor politics, recommended comic book reading, the idiocy of the SyFy channel, the intricacies of religion and slightly funny Skyrim wanderings. We’ve covered the symptoms of sequelitis, the unfairness of Mass Effect 3’s ending and some mega-rants on modern music and contemporary television, as well as a continuing series of insights into the mind of a thesis writer – not that you cared about that, but still.
I feel like this is more of an anniversary than what is measured in years or post numbers. 2000 is a nice, round, big number that has a 2 at the start. I like 2s. Like Mass Effect 2. And Doctor Who Season 2. And, erm, Halo 2…sorta. But I digress.
I’d like to thank you all for sticking by Mind’s Eye – the newbies who are reading this blog for the first time with this self-indulgent celebratory post, the veterans who can remember how horrible the blog was back in 2009, and the medium regulars who, without fail, check out my ramblings week to week. Thank you to all of you, and I hope that in some small way I’ve made you laugh a little here and there – whether it’s enjoying my lame jokes in my best of 2011 or cackling evilly at the horridness of my fiction writing prowess.
Friends, followers and random hangers-on, here’s to 2000 more. Thank you for giving me a reason to keep writing, and for not condemning my inability to grasp contemporary humour.