This past Sunday was the 75th birthday of the world's greatest fictional character. Two days later, I mark a somewhat less momentous occasion for a somewhat less momentous creation: the second anniversary of this here blog-space.
My second year was not as fruitful as my first (a snap presidential election would help me out, if anyone knows how to get one of those off the ground), but there were a few good posts, I think. Right? No? Well, here are some highlights, anyway:
- That time Time told millennials, "nyeh-nyeh, I'm not touching you!"
- The Student Loans Grotesque, a piece that was at least as disheartening to write as it is to read.
- When I unfairly tried to apply the D&D alignment chart to The Wire.
- Nine Billion Copies!, in which I brooded over the slow burn of self-publishing. I posted a spiritual follow-up on that theme a few weeks ago.
- On Anglophilia, a self-reflection.
- My semi-insidery coverage of last year's asinine government shutdown (remember that?) and the follow-up about Washington receiving shit for the things the people's representatives do with their 90% reelection rates.
- Bat-Affleck, my much-too-rushed appraisal of the Batman casting, which, as far as we know, might actually be the best part of that movie.
- And my unrealistically optimistic attempt to reason with the get-off-my-lawnism plaguing a generation of child athletes. That one also got a follow-up.
What a strange, meandering year it's been. Let us never speak of it again.
One last thing: aois21 publications--my new marketing guys--have themselves a Kickstarter campaign to expand their business helping self-published authors and launch a couple of journals. Go help them out, it'll be fun.
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