It appears that we have once again sailed into the December, the last month of the year. Although people usually associate it with holidays, xmas (sounds like a drug) and hohoho, I associated with the month that comes just two days AFTER the anniversary of this blog.
You see, two years ago, I was going through something people usually call lazy bastard`s depression. This is something that one cannot overcome so easily, but with a little help of my friends, I managed to get through.
What started as a self-therapy recently evolved into something much more. Two consecutive awards, close to 2,000 comments and a little over 1,000 posts, this blog is going strong. Despite the fact that I did not try and enter into the popularity contest, something that caused many disputes over time and showed me that some people clearly are missing the point of the blogosphere, I think that The L Files are one of best blogs around. And that`s not just cause I`m the writer.
Maybe now is the time to pause and look back, in the good ole days. When blogs in Slovenia were a small group of people that knew each other, that linked to each other and cooperated with each other. When Blogger was all there was and there was no Vecer vs. Siol bullshit. When people acually wrote silly yet clever posts and there was not a single (ok, there was that ONE) nudie picture blog active. There was once a time, when technology was something we did not know nothing about, when we just shook our heads and said “It cannot be done” and when our main goal was to be ourselves. Not trying to please, not trying to shock, but just create our own little universe.
Looking back I feel like Robert de Niro in the end of Casino. Here`s the quote:
The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior’s college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it’s like checkin’ into an airport. And if you order room service, you’re lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it’s all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number.
A lot has happened in between. In my private and public life. Don`t worry, I`m not going to recap it all, since you already read it here (and if you did not, you probably never will), A lot has changed. But I think a year from now, The L Files will still be here, I`ll have another award tucked under my belt and no. 1 search word for this blog will still be… pussy.