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“Most bands don’t even last fourteen months let alone fourteen years…” – Peter Steele, musician

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Since I made the decision in August to move Thrilling Days of Yesteryear from Blogger/Blogspot to a new platform at WordPress, I’ve managed to transfer over 1,000 posts…and believe me, no one is more surprised than your humble narrator at the level of activity that represents.  I’ve stated in this space on many an occasion that laziness/lethargy is practically a religion to me, so making that kind of headway in establishing a permanent home here is downright heretical, when you think about it.

Today marks the fourteenth anniversary of Thrilling Days of Yesteryear; I started the blog in 2003 and sadly, unless you’re willing to spend a copious amount of time searching the Wayback Machine at Archive.org, a large portion of what’s been offered up in this space has been scattered to the four winds of the Internet.  There’s a smattering of early posts around at this Blogspot blog; I had every intention of restoring all that I saved once the wrecking ball destroyed the old Salon Blog neighborhood…but I never seemed to run out of reasons to put that project off, and then when my hard drive was fried back in June, that effort encountered a further setback.  The gossamer nature of blogging might be why I’ve been so industrious in transferring the old content to my new WordPress crib, now that I think of it.  I had a little over 3,000 posts at the old blog, and I’ve weeded out a lot of them as unnecessary to my current blog residence—which is quite an admission, given my packrat nature.  (As of this post, I’ve made my way up to Blogger posts from June of 2011.)

If you’re still making it a regular habit to drive by and check out my scribblings, you have my profuse gratitude.  I know blogs are starting to go the way of the dinosaur where social media is concerned, but I don’t have plans to discontinue TDOY any time soon when I’m still having fun.  I just need to find the right formula juggling the movement of old posts with composing new posts, and I have a substantial backlog of classic movies and TV episodes in my holster to ensure the new posts will keep on a-comin’.  As always…thanks for encouraging my behavior.

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3 thoughts on ““Most bands don’t even last fourteen months let alone fourteen years…” – Peter Steele, musician

  1. Congratulations, Ivan! I guess that means World O’ Crap is fourteen too. Which means I completely missed our anniversary this year. And I don’t even have a good excuse, since I was in Alabama at the time, where — I’m reliably, if musically, informed — Old times there are NOT forgotten. So I really screwed up.

    And a secondary, but no less heartfelt congratulations, with a mixed sprinkling of Thanks on top, for doing the yeoman work of transferring your archives. Lotta good stuff in there, and I’ve always regretted that I was too lazy and distracted to finish the job of saving ours, depriving the world of many of s.z.’s greatest hits.

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    1. Many thanks for the congrats, sir. I regret not mentioning in the post that it was indeed World O’Crap that inspired me to begin blogging…but I figured I could risk leaving it out since it’s become so firmly ingrained in TDOY lore. I remember you telling me that when you started transferring some of WO’C’s past posts from the old Salon Blogs neighborhood that it was a major pain in the tuchus…so while s.z. won’t be collecting any royalties soon I can certainly understand why you were distracted. (I refuse to call you lazy because that’s my side of the street.)

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