So desperately I sing to thee of love

So hey. This is my 100th blog entry.

I kept wanting to have something special ready for it, some kind of commemorative dealy, but the things I could think of I either couldn't pull off in time, or felt were lame.

It's not that big a deal, since I write in places other than this, and have really only been taking this seriously since the new year. If I totaled up all the posts everywhere I'm scattered around the web, it might total as much as 200, or I dare say. two hundred and twenty. So, I guess this is gonna be pretty low-key. But, I felt like marking it, because it's one of those things I tend to mark. One of those odd semi-arbitrary times to look back, and reflect on the stuff I've covered in the entries so far.

Well, I seem to talk a lot about how I'm tired, plug stuff in the gallery, and link a lot of sourceforge projects. Wow. That was a pretty pathetic showing.

Some inner truth of vast reflection

I can only hope I can keep this writing momentum up such that I might actually put something of real interest to someone up here, so that the 200-entry mark isn't quite as hollow.

And I can keep it up as long as it takes

Chances are, though, it will be more of the same old crap. Which I guess isn't so bad, given that there are people on LiveJournal spending their time pretending to be celebrities, and people on other sites clamoring to proclaim their love for whoever happens to be on the cover of Teen People this week. I feel bad though, because I can actually recognize the standard which I am falling below, and yet continue to do so anyway.

Still my confession draws you near

Plus, it gets me ego-stroking comments, which is all I'm really after. Speaking of which- Greg, an autostentrola is a word I made up. It started with Stentrola, which I thought was a funny old-timey-sounding stenography machine - in other words, an old timey machine that writes very quickly. I added the auto- to enhance this. So see a wordamatronic autostentrola is a newfangled ciphering machine that spits out words at an inhuman level of speed and efficiency. Or, you know, You. Mr. Oooh I've got 205 entries since FREAKIN' JANUARY.

Anyway, happy 100 everybody. Nobody rocks like Chicago.

[Sure, but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self]