In my last article I mentioned that it has been 10 (glorious?) years of Ratfarts! columns. I may as well address that before you get the wrong idea about me.
I started writing a proto-form of a blog when I was 15 years old in the form of long letters to friends. There were entries (with date/time stamps!) and musings and whines and no real direction other than I was writing to pass the time because I was miserable. I kept up with the letters to friends until the late 90's when I developed a tiny floating cyst near the nerve endings on my right hand. It can't be removed and any prolonged writing sessions make my arm feel like I've broken it.

Thankfully, the internet came along and the whines and musings and long entries with no real point developed into the blog you see here today. Aren't you lucky?

So why, you ask, are there only four entries up out of TEN YEARS of RATFARTS! Greatness TM?

I'm a vain bastard. There, I admit it.

It wasn't always this way. Once upon a time ago every column I had ever written was featured on this site. We're talking every entry, every rant, every embarassing thing I've ever written right here for god and my three readers to see! And twice upon a time (Is that a phrase? If not, I'm coining it!), a dear friend read EVERY ONE OF THEM and ASKED ME ABOUT THEM. It's one thing to read and go "hey, Jim's a screwed up idiot" and then move on, it's another to care and ask and wonder what I was feeling way back in 2003 when I wrote that thing about that time that really was touching. Sadly, I'll spoil every moment like that because unless I read the article and jar a memory, I really don't really care to revisit the past.

So the past must die!

Well, not really, but the past takes up a lot of server space and I'd hate to have to reformat hundreds of entries so I'm just going to tell you to go here and explore the heck out of my past if that's what you really want to do.

Just don't ask me about it, I think I've moved on.

With that, happy 10th anniversary to all three of you who are still around. Without you I'd be just another crazed madman on the internet talking to himself but with you, I've found the strength to know that I'm a crazed madman talking to himself with three actual people who laugh at this stuff! That makes me slightly more relevant than an teenager's abandoned MySpace account.

But seriously, XXX OOO Love to you all, my homies. Thank you for 10 years.

--Jim

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