Today is a momentous occasion, because I’ve blogged my 1000th blog. I started some five years ago with title-less posts full of ellipses, and lacking capitals. Back then, I wrote about every little whim that came to mind, with a generous sprinkling of interesting links.

Over time, I re-learned how to use punctuation and capitalization. I’ve added titles, and syndication feeds. I started forming more coherent thoughts and arguments, and expanded my written vocabulary. I’ve tried writing tidy, concise blogs and long, rambling rants that belong in a diary. I branched out with , and a photoblog; in addition to incorporating photos and videos into my blogs.

There have been times when I ask myself why I bother writing to no one in particular, but I am writing for someone — me. My blog is documenting my life: the books that I’ve read, the concerts I’ve attended, and the places that I’ve visited. I can look back and see what I liked in 2004, and 2005. I can reminisce about how Warcraft and Urban Dead took a part of my life away.

Sure, the stalkers of the world can read about my public life; but I don’t care. I know there’s a fine line between blogging and losing your privacy; so that’s why I blog about the things that I would tell my friends anyways. I’m don’t try to be pretentious or misrepresent myself as being someone I’m not. If you google me and find my blog, you will meet the same person in real life. My blog, all 1000 entries of it, is the last five years of my life, in a nutshell.