I estimate 450

That's my guess at the number of posts I made last year. I'm almost certain that's more than I wrote for anything before high school, during high school, and in college, combined. Not counting my blogging during college. I can't believe I used to hate writing. It's strange what can happen when offered a topic of one's choosing with no pressure of due dates or grades. Or factual accuracy. I like that last one, though as a general rule I just avoid facts, not because I have any dislike of them, but purely due to laziness, since when I am using facts, I prefer to cite them if they're not obvious. Facts are just too much work. Maybe I could get a job in newscasting.

I decided to look back over my posts to find my favorites over the year. That got me very confused, because I scrolled down to the first posts in 2010 and found that I kept thinking I'd posted that just a few months ago. Either I am incredibly repetitive (I am), or I have a very distorted sense of time (I do), or both.

I've had a lot of fun over the year. I got to rant, rave, and generally say whatever I felt like.
I got to draw a funny picture.
I got to make ridiculous claims like "Supposedly blogs are about conversation." Obviously blogs are actually about someone who won't shut up finding a place where no one can make him shut up.
There was guild drama.
I pointed out one drop in the river of Gevlon's moronic ideas. Or I did this a few times, or more, until someone cried for their Beloved Leader.
The mystery of the Cheese Smuggling remains unresolved.
I laughed at the idea of tweeting, which of course I am now doing.
Blizzard finally recognized my insanity, a charge which I contest.
I picked up a troll and got called a fascist. Fun times. Then I tried to offer economic advice to farmers, which was clearly not allowed. And on that subject: To the great confusion of the anthropologists
The mysterious history of Klepsacovic the Troll Shaman was revealed.
I came back from India.
Since making an analogy of racism and private servers was so popular, I decided, why not set up noobs and Mexicans?
Sexism became the hip new thing, prompting some people to counter the counter-culture with a counter-counter-counter culture in which they went on and on about how sexism makes men get raped or something like that. I'm looking at you, Tam, and yes, I am intentionally misinterpreting your posts. So of course someone called me l... you know, that l word.
People believed that Texas was encouraging an abstinence-based approach to internet security.
Marwyn joins the Tea Party was just plain fun to write.
Speaking of fun, I spent more than a trivial amount of time attacking Europeans, in hopes of starting a world war to revitalize our economy.
Then I talked a lot about assholes and elitism.

I learned a bit over the year. I learned that google doesn't give me much in the way of useful information. View and reader counts are pretty much meaningless, telling me more about how many people were reading blogs in general than about the post itself. I saw spikes from links from more popular places, followed by drops, leading me to conclude more or less than anyone who wants to read this blog is and anyone who doesn't, isn't, so unless I plan to entirely change how I write and what I write about, who cares? I learned to write what I enjoy. Those who like it will like it and those who don't, won't. Nothing lost.

Yet I can't pretend that I would enjoy shouting into a vacuum. I like having readers. Even more, I like having commenters. Maybe they support an idea. Maybe they laugh along with me. Or maybe they point out flaws so I can remove them. Thanks to everyone who read and commented. While this blog exists to entertain me, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy entertaining you as well. Or maybe trolling you.

Happy New Year.