23 Comments on “This is the 9,000th Post on Whatever”

1. Mind you, the current iteration of Whatever does not feature roughly three and a half years of entries, so the actual number of entries, historically, is higher than 9,000.

   Also, this number features entries written by others, so the number of entries I’ve written, or at least posted to blog, is lower than 9,000.

   But YAY ARBITRARY MILESTONE ANYWAY.

2. I’m not a bot. Congratulations.

3. Unh. Did somebody say something?

4. Serousily, dude we all hate it when someone just posts: “Hey first comment. LOL”so dont do it. its not worth is. gnat eating baboon.

5. should have been it.

6. Don’t worry, people. Thanks to the magic of being able to edit timestamps, no one has first post but me, unless I want it to be someone else.

7. The Chronometer of Loving Correction?

8. I might change the name of my blog to The Arbitrary Milestone, and every post will just be an announcement of the number of posts.

9. Congratulations on arbitrary milestones and continued musings on anything that comes to your mind or catches your attention!

10. Now you’re just padding the count! ;)

11. Just curious: does WordPress give you a count on the total number of comments made?

12. 9000? Eh. Whatever.

13. As the Romans might have said, “MMMMMMMMM.”

14. I saw The Arbitrary Milestones opening for Santana back in 87. Heckuva show.

15. And now, when anyone asks, you can say “It’s over 9000!!!!”.

16. A cat photo would have been another appropriate way to commemorate this milestone.

17. !מזל טוב

18. Woot!
    http://media0.giphy.com/media/Qh5dZDCFqr1dK/giphy.gif

19. That is awesome funny Doug.

    Keep ’em coming John.

20. Balloons! Cake!

21. When you reach 10K, I expect cake.

22. Thanks, bittercode!

23. And lo, we reached a number to which the ancients could not count;
    or 911 times 9, adding 799 and two,
    And the apocalypse was predicted
    When the prose shall be torn asunder

    And the long form posts shall be no more,
    But the ephemeral sounds of birds
    Will be all that is left in the desolation.
    Weep, then, for cognition and coherence shall end.