Shrimp Products: FOUR YEAR ANNIVERSARY

At this point it's just gotten stupid. Four years? Really? Four whole years of this place? Think of all the things I could have done in those four years. I could have traveled, made the world a better place somehow. And instead, here I am, filling volumes of cyberspacial memory banks with nonsense, inside jokes and re-captioned Marmadukes. I mean, four years is a long time. Perhaps you were just entering college when we got this thing up and running. By now you would have graduated (should have graduated, anyway). Hopefully you've showed more of a gain in experience, maturity, perspective and sense than this place.

As has become customary, a thanks to the readers is necessary, perhaps now more than ever. I mean, to be honest, I'd probably keep posting the same trash if no one was keeping track, and I'd probably keep posting the same trash if I had thousands of readers across the country (the former perhaps more realistic a possibility than the latter), and that is probably pretty obvious, but that doesn't mean readership is not appreciated. Especially this year, in which much of my own writerly focused was directed elsewhere and this blog became something kind of like a dream log--dreadfully self-indulgent and wading ever deeper in the weird, creepy parts of my subconscious you want to stay as far away from as possible. But (some of) you are still out there, which is nice. And after all, the ups and downs are part of the experience, and with every eye-rollingly lame observation or garbled bit of incoherent surrealism, the possibility always remains that a little chunk of gold like this will come along and renews your faith in the whole enterprise.

You didn't like that either? Well fuck you then.

(Best of Year 4s will be tagged, like, soon, I don't know, if you're interested in that kind of thing.)