Recently I went to my profile page and was startled to see the site claiming I’d made 60,000 comments in my time here. Couldn’t be right. I mean, I do run my virtual mouth a great deal, but 60K? Nah.
I looked for the actual count and found I was correct. I had only made 59,900. The site had rounded up.
But it got me thinking about my actual 60,000th comment, fast approaching. It’s kind of a milestone, like my Diamond Jubilee as a DK commenter. I figured I should probably come up with something profound.
As weeks passed, I kept musing on potential topics. War and peace? Mortality and hope? GOP buffoonery?
For that matter, where to drop the big 60K? Someplace well attended, for sure. A Pundit Roundup or maybe New Day Cafe.
Meanwhile, I began rationing my comments, making sure I was ready once I had my subject and location. Oh, I’d still drop my usual pithy comeback here and there, maybe a self-promoting video now and then, but I cut back a great deal, which I found made me more thoughtful about what diaries and comments really demanded a response from me. A bit humbling, that.
Still, some ‘Pub outrages were too horrific, some references too obscure to let pass by, though I began checking every few comments to make sure I wasn’t about to blow past the big number with some silly joke or self-aggrandizement.
Thursday, reading quaoar’s schadenfreudelicious diary about the Russian crapping their pants all over Ukraine in anticipation of Ukraine’s imminent counter-offensive, I dropped in in old quote* about “When in danger or in doubt,” posted, then quickly remembered to check my comment count.
59,999. I’m done. I’m here. Whatever comment I make next is going to be immortalized as my number 60,000. What in the world can I possibly say that would be sufficiently meaningful? What can I even comment about that might have some relevance a day, a month, a year from now?
I’m going to have to give this a lot more thought. I’ll just post this first...