Today marks the second blogiversary of Bark Bark Woof Woof.
First, let me say a profound thanks to you, dear reader, for participating in this little adventure. I know that this is nowhere near the top of the blogosphere in terms of readers — just over 81,000 since November 8, 2003 would be a daily tally for the big dogs like Eschaton or AMERICAblog — but I’ve found that every so often what I put up here does get some attention, including the occasional link to places like The Daou Report, Slate, and BuzzMachine. I’ve even picked up a fair number of links to blogs on the right; hey, everyone’s welcome as long as they’re not trollish. But I am grateful for every visit and truly interested in reading what you have to say. I have learned a lot from the comments, the e-mails, even the occasionl brickbat. I am also glad to hear that there are people who are interested in hearing what I have to say. I’m relieved to know that there are people out there who get my sense of humor. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who cherishes reality laced with a good sense of just plain silliness and bad puns.
Looking back, I can see that some things here haven’t changed. I still use the same old template that I had from the beginning. There’s a sense of comfort, I suppose, in having the same look after all this time — two years on the internet is equal to a geological age anywhere else — but I also suspect that I’m just not someone who changes things easily; after all, I still have my 1988 Pontiac wagon in the garage, and I still use dial-up at home. That may be just part of my charm…or that I’m just too lazy to do anything about it.
Anyway, here we go into Year Three. Judging by the number of readers and how they keep increasing, I may catch up to the big ones by the time we’re observing the centennial of my birth. But it’s not the quantity that counts, it’s the fun we have along the way and the enlightenment we bring to each other as we go along. I don’t know if Atrios or the New York Times knows — or cares — if there’s such a blog as Bark Bark Woof Woof, and I’m not sure if it matters. I didn’t get into this to become famous but to make a contribution to the written word both in commentary and — through Bobby Cramer — in literature. So far I’d say I’ve done both and been very happy with the result, and so I’m going to keep on at it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.