Four years is a helluva long time to be clickety-clacking on your keyboard, writing down bits of life and shards of dreams for the possible gratification of total strangers. It takes a kind of madman to even think that something like that would be worth doing. Fortunately, we have such a so-and-so right over there on our non-existant blogroll.
Yes, it is the anniversary of the original publication of The Mighty Geek. It’s the blogger equivalent of a birthday. But without cake.
What is it that makes The Mighty Geek the funniest blog on the planet? Is it the froody way he twirls the memory sticks in his head in order to spit out nonsensical ramblings about toilet paper and snot? Or is it the hyperbolic chamber in which you must rest after reading his insanely meticulous descriptions of his sexual liaisons with his Xbox? I think it is a little of both, really.
Now, excuse me. I have to go decompress. I’ve just finished going through all his archives on Bread. I think I just felt a nitrogen bubble burst in my head.