Actually a week or two more than 7 years, because I forgot about it. I published the first of 1,923 posts (quite a few written by others who were gracious enough to help me out) on October 22 of 2003.
The subject of that first post was Frank Gaffney’s daffy take on the Iraq Survey Group’s hapless search for huge stores of unconventional weapons that were bound to turn up aaaaaaaaaaaaany minute now. It was a pretty good effort for an inaugural one, if I do say.
I don’t know what happened to Frank Gaffney. At the time he was a popular lunatic voice. And remember when Andrew Sullivan was among the hyper-articulate morons defending the invasion with hallucinogenic koans? He’s in the post too.
Ah, good times. I think maybe two people saw that one. Things picked up pretty smartly after that. In 2005-2006, a lot of people stopped in, at least by my standards—almost 2 million visitors in those two years. All things pass. Oh well.
I’m pretty happy with what I’ve done with the place. I’ve done some good writing, as have my friends who in addition to being friends and good writers pretty much kept things going when I was homeless or otherwise indisposed.
What I’m most proud of is that BTC was the first blog to have a semi-regular White House correspondent who isn’t a male prostitute (literally, not like the institutional press honchos). Eric Brewer did phenomenal things. He’s a really good writer and was bold enough to go into the White House press room in 2005, not a hospitable environment for administration critics or independent correspondents, and ask tough questions that the sycophants in the front row missed.
You’ll find his work here.
In other news: It took me years to learn how to beg—”Just think of it as your salary!” Yeah, right.—and now I’m sort of out of practice. I have been continually astonished by the generosity of so many people I don’t know and probably won’t ever meet. And of course by that of people whom I do know, some of whom I have met and aren’t related to me. Montfort and Zinya and JackD and others pretty much kept me alive there for a while, along with the aforementioned relatives.
The primary hard drive on my sporty little computer is failing. No Blue Screen of Death: it just hangs. I do almost daily checkups on the poor thing, and watch as the bad sectors metastasize despite my attempts to isolate them from the healthy tissue. And Macs break too, so don’t give me any shit about that. Anyway, if either of the readers who aren’t related to me have a few spare dollars to help out with the medical expenses and funeral costs, I’ll be profoundly grateful if you’ll drop it in the paypal kitty over there.