ANNIVERSARY

Saturday was the third anniversary of DaveTown. That’s DaveTown the blog, as opposed to DaveTown the musical (“I laughed, I cried; it was better than cats” says the Daily Oklahoman), DaveTown the video game (rated E for everyone; coming later this summer), or DaveTown, the Animated Series (featuring James Earl Jones as the voice of Dave).

In true DaveTown fashion, I celebrated the occasion by not posting.

That’s the problem with DaveTown, as some folks tell it: NOT ENOUGH POSTING. I dunno, though; I figure if a little bit of something is good, then ration it out, don’t make it ubiquitous. You don’t want to overstay your welcome; kinda like they do on Saturday Night Live when they hit upon a popular skit or character. They run it into the ground, week in and week out, until you’re sick to death even of the thought of it.

I’d love to be able to post like clockwork, but unless I’m on a deadline (preferably a deadline of a paying gig), I can’t make myself write. So I only post when I have something to say, and even then only if it’s true, relevant, or at least funny. So as you can see my opportunities are limited a bit.

You can kinda track my mental health through the blog, too. When I’m going through long stretches of depression, I post more infrequently. I don’t know why this is, apart from the fact that when I’m really depressed, I don’t want to do much of anything, much less share my thoughts with the internet. The only exception, I think, was when Terri Schiavo was being murdered. My anger trumped my depression on that occasion I guess.

Thanks to you handful of readers, and you faithful commenters. It’s fun to get feedback, even when it’s in the form of friendly disagreement. Or maybe especially when it’s in that form.

How many more anniversaries will DaveTown have? I don’t know. I’ll probably keep posting as long as I have something to say. And, I suppose, I’ll continue as long as I think someone’s reading (Mom, you don’t count for purposes of the preceding sentence, because you’d read this thing even if I posted random sets of letters and numbers . . . which is one of the reasons I love you so much).

Keep giving me feedback. Tell me what you’d like me to write about, ask random questions about life, love, politics, soccer and all that stuff; I love to take requests. Tell me when I’m great, tell me when I’m so bad it makes your teeth hurt. I can take it, really. Call me brilliant, call me stupid, just so you call me for supper.

Good Night Everybody! Drive Safely! Tip Your Waitstaff!

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