Today’s the day, the first day of the second year of BloodhoundBlog. We’re at 1,473 posts (which tells you that Jeff Brown killed 127 posts in draft mode), with 9,144 comments. Right at this moment we have a Technorati authority of 526, with 4,443 links from other weblogs. Yahoo is showing us with 36,243 total inbound links. We have served over 150 gigabytes of content this month, with 30 hours left in the month.
Please understand, I’m not bragging. I’m just amazed at what we’ve managed to do in a year’s time.
I did a lot of the work here, and it’s not in my nature to pretend I didn’t. But I could not possibly be more proud of the amazing people who set their shoulders beside mine and Cathleen’s to build this thing. We are each of us very strong of mind, but we are stronger because we are here together.
I had thought to write a post about past BloodhoundBlog controversies, but, honestly, who doesn’t know that this is the kennel of controversy in the RE.net?
Instead, I will do something I don’t often do: I will admit to being a man and not a machine. I’m tired, and I want to have a drink. Kris Berg sent us a birthday card with balloons, but we weren’t able to schedule a time when we could get the Phoenix-area Bloodhounds together. Even so, I’ll blow up a balloon and pour myself a tumbler of Old Bushmills on the rocks.
Here’s to Cathleen Collins, Cameron Swann and Odysseus the TV Spokesmodel Bloodhound; to Kris Berg, Russell Shaw, Jeff Brown, Doug Quance and Jeff Kempe, our real estate brokers; to Brian Brady, Dan Green and Morgan Brown, our lenders; to Michael Cook, our investment guru; to Allen Butler, James Hsu, Jeff Turner, Lani Anglin and Norma Newgent; to Teri Lussier, aghast no more; and to Richard Riccelli, our gadfly genius.
And here’s to you, too, for being here with us through it all.