Happy Birthday, Where's my tart? I want chips and tart!

Yes my lovely readers, today marks a year since I first created this wonderful interface between reality and Sam's disturbed mind, and O, O what a year it has been. It's been a year that's seen war, death, famine, pestilence ride the ebony tram ride from one side of oblivion to the other, we've had fun, we've had laughs, we've had tea and biscuits and jam, what next, I ask? What next?

Well I guess we can't really see that far ahead right now. As the great philosopher Doris Day once said, "With a whisk-whisk here and a whisk-whisk there and a dustpan for the cinders, with a rub-rub here and a rub-rub there she could polish up the winders". The relevance of this quote to the future and the fact that whatever will be will be varies depending on how much vodka I've had of course, but the quote stands and will stand forever more.

So as a brief celebration of this momentous occasion, I thought I'd share with you a few highlights of my darling blog's life. Just a reminder of the very first entry ever to adorn its lovely, lovely pages:

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I dunno, it seems I may have to create a post in order for there to appear anything on this page. And God knows I'd hate for anyone to miss out on the excitement of seeing a URL with "Sean's Beard" essentially included...

Astonishing eh? Such an indictment of the incredibly eloquent and flowery speeches to come. Or at least, remarkable to marvel at simply how far I've come, from the early days when I used my blog purely for the purposes to whinge to these days, when I use my blog in such a completely different way and for totally different purposes... Yes indeed.

So who could forget these classic moments?

- Me trying to investigate the origins of the term "axe wound"

- My critique of the Responsible Service of Alcohol educational system

- Melbourne Philosopher's brief adventure onto my blog at the mention of the word "pretension" which formed a great sympatico between me and him

- My description of behind the McDonald's grill

- Anonymous's Noel Coward-esque repartee "I think it's pretty clear that you are a nerd. Well done douche-bag"

- My insanely long, insanely pointless discussion of Norse mythology and etymology

- My philosophical musings on beauty and despair

- My rantings from an empty psychology experiment

- My foray into the world of our Vice-Chancellor and the substances he inhales

- My admission that I really am a nerd and a douche bag

- My in-depth analysis of war and cupcakes

- My educational discourse on the reality of Diabetes

- My pompous, self-congratulatory list of highlights from a year of my blog.

Ah, *wipes tear away from eye* the memories. Oh, such memories. You simply can't buy memories like this. Oh to think what happiness this ranting forum has given so many thousands around the world, ah 'tis to weep... And to think how much potential there still is waiting in her wings, ah when I think of all the wonders this world has to offer, all I can do is borrow from that other great philosopher Louis Armstrong, and say "Now she wants a butter an egg man, a great big butter and egg man from way down South"

Deep.