Every Birth Has Its Day

Well here I am. It was a year ago today when I first dipped my face in the newsprint and stamped out a new waste. And judging by the facts, I fell approximately 126 editions short of a once a day average, clocking in at a measly 239 at the time of printing. That figure is, however, misleading, as its disappointing height on the numerical scale can mostly be attributed to a rather unfortunate slump which reared its tail here and there. And its impressiveness is significantly increased when you compare it with a contemporary of mine named Tom, who only managed 16 posts for the year, meaning I wrote 14.9375 times as much as he did. Yep, with good ol' Tom there was a 4% chance of him updating, whereas with me there was a comfortable 65% chance. And the less said about Anh Tu's 2%, the shorter.

Ben, however, has been overlooked, as I can't be bothered doing a tally o'er there, but I'm guessing it was a fairly healthy amount. To compensate, I'm giving him his own paragraph.

So what have I learned?

I'm nothing much.