The one thing that I forgot in the middle of my decrepit computer is that 17 September was the tenth anniversary of The Irrefutable Proof about Hobbits. I am such a bad parent that I didn’t commemorate this special day! I have been thinking about it for a while.
The Irrefutable Proof about Hobbits started ten years ago on Livejournal. The account is not updated now. It is still there if I ever go back to it. The title was a nod to the movie The Irrefutable Truth about Demons. Actually I’ve never watched it. There is no proof about the existence of hobbits in this journal except that I record my life, The Hobbit. My icon was taken from the National Geographic website, the image of a Homo Florensis Hobbit, Ebu Gogo, the flesh-eater. I liked the irony of not being identified as one of Tolkien’s hobbits.
The subtitle Satura I picked up from a year of classical studies. It is a Greek word with multiple meanings: the origin of the word ‘satire’, a mixed dish of fruit shared as a dessert. On Livejournal I used it as the name of my friends’ page. It was always in the back of my head as a title if I ever wanted to publish a fanzine.
Originally I blogged daily, recording my life. That palled after flatmates I lived with used it to track what I was doing. It became irritating to post a blog and have some one come and say to me ‘so you XYZ…?’ about half an hour later. I started thinking ‘Why, yes, Captain Obvious! And you only know that because you’re stalking me!’ My life returned to my written journal. The Irrefutable Proof about Hobbits became more sporadic.
Still I kept returning to it. I find I like to blog and report on events as I encounter them. It’s not going to be a popular blog. It’s way below the radar to get the hits. And I don’t want to promote it. People still find it. I moved it off Livejournal to WordPress. It’s still followed by a handful of friends: Southern Dave, Jason Goroncy, Traci Voss, Tony Skaggs. I share it on Facebook and Twitter and I know people visit from those sites. I never know who they are and they never speak. They are still out there. I lost one follower and friend, Grace Gardner, when she took her own life. The world is diminished by that loss. She is not forgotten.
And after this year’s break for house-sitting I return to blogging. I look forward to finding new things about which to report, gripe and be curmudgeonly! As well as new surprises to delight me. I hope for another ten years!