Ghost in the Machine is five years old today. Well, what a long, strange trip it’s been…I must say, I don’t think I ever envisioned this lasting half a decade when I began back in 1999, particularly when I’ve never been able to keep a journal-journal for longer than a year or so. And to be honest, I had been considering taking a hiatus of late…Even before the election, I’d been feeling thin and stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread, and since then — as with many of you, I’m sure — my frame of mind can get quite Boromir-ish at times. But, that being said, blogging’s in my blood at this point, and the onset of Dubya II seems a particularly terrible time to put the keyboard down. Besides, how else am I going to find an outlet for my political antipathies and terminal fanboyisms? So y’all are just going to have to deal with a nervier, punchier GitM in the weeks, months, and years to come…five years down, and here’s to many more.
19 thoughts on “Five for Fighting.”
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Here’s to a fantastic 5 more!
Happy Blogiversary!
Congratulations on the anniversary. Here’s to many more!
Many happy returns–
Well Done! Congratulations. whilst mine own effort is limping along and suffering from rudderless lack of direction, thou still goest strong w/GITM. Best wishes, perhaps soon yourstruly be in thy environs and have the pleasure of buying us a pint or two at your favorite tavern.
cheers & best wishes,
j p
Hey hey, happy anniversary! You can’t ever stop, I’m always sad on days when GiTM doesn’t update. Think of the children!
Kudos on GitMโs five years in the Blogosphere, best wishes on many more to come!
Happy blogiversary, Kevin! Looking forward to five more years …
Congratulations, Kevin! Here’s to many more years!
Keep up the good work. Rock on.
Congrats Kev.
Congrats on five
keep on keeping on
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Keep up the good fight!!
Congratulations! Keep writing, and I’ll keep reading.
Congrats!! Here’s to many more blogiversaries!
Excelsior!
Thanks, y’all. ๐
damn. I didn’t get to say congrats and thanks before Kevin took his curtain call. poo.
Well, I can come back out, if you want. We do it like the ballet around here…