I have a great deal to celebrate and to be thankful for every day, so one more rather superfluous and completely arbitrary milestone would hardly seem worthy of note, but hey... any excuse for a party.
The last post was number 500 here at Old World Swine, and this one makes 501, as in the kind of roomy (what they euphemistically call "relaxed fit") Levi's worn by guys of my generation, because we can kid ourselves for a while longer that we're really not that much bigger than we were in high school. The waist of the pants is one size, and the remainder is, like, three sizes bigger.
And speaking of waste, this blog is an equal opportunity waste of your time and mine, as you readers have contributed just over 2000 comments, or about four per post (okay... half of them were probably mine, but you can't say I'm not paying attention!).
I said in the combox of another blog recently that this is a little roadside fruit stand on the information superhighway, but it is mine and I enjoy it. I have come to treasure the relationships that have been fostered through this blog (and my occasional blurb at Jimmy Akin's). Foxhole people, the whole lot of you (that is, the kind of people I would want in a foxhole with me, if I had to be in one).
It is a bit like having an open door and being fortunate enough to have a couple of friends drop by now and then for some good conversation over a cup of hot tea, or cold beer, or on occasion something stronger (*knowing wink*).
Thanks to all for stopping by. What with some of my favorite bloggers bowing out, lately (Dawn Eden, Feddie at Southern Appeal, Amy Welborn) I have been recalling moments when I have felt like wrapping it up, when I wasn't really motivated to post anything, or when I remembered that practically everything I have ever written has been written about better and more thoroughly by someone else in the Catholic blogosphere. I don't think I could ever just quit, though, without popping up in some other form after a few weeks. It's a marvelous outlet, for a hermit crab like myself.
It's a blessing to me, and so I do celebrate my 500 posts and my 2000 comments, even if Mark Shea will likely get more visitors in his sleep tonight than I have had all year. That's not what motivates me (or him, I dare say) to blog.
"Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death." - Hilaire Belloc