Thirteen Years a-growing

My correspondent G, always on message, reminded me that today is the 13th anniversary of The Birth of The Blob. I was late to the bloggin' game and by the time I started hammering the over-sharing keyboard, the shortform soundbytes of Twitter was where the commentariat was at. Twitter has also passed into the twilight, replaced by even shorter, often word-free comms on TikTok and Insta. At least with word-based blogs the signal-to-noise ratio is on the side of the planet. Compared to a 700 word Blob, a fat graphic meme might consume 1,000x times as much electricity on a server farm.

Then again, there may be too many words. A recent count came to more than 2½ million words of Blob-blather. Only some of it considered or sensible or, indeed considered sensible. As my circumstances have changed, so has the content. Much less a funny thing happened on the way to the chemistry lab and more counting sheep and sawing logs: both of which reputed to induce sleep. I have tried to drag the worthy but forgotten to the fore giving Margaret Dayhoff parity of esteem with Margaret Thatcher for example. Chekkitout? Use the search box in the top left corner to play "I can't believe there's no [insert word here]". abacus, bibendum, charabanc, decameron, eagle, fadiman, genghis, halmahera, iodine, jerusalem, krypton,  . . . got them all covered.