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Repeating Myself

I've been writing this blog for a little over 5 years now (though seemingly in secret), and I'm amazed that I've managed to keep it up this long. Heck, at one point, I wasn't entirely sure if I was going to be able to keep to a schedule of a post per week. So far, so good, though. And if nothing else, it's sometimes fun to go back and look up old stories.

I actually end up doing this quite a bit, as I sometimes have to refer to older posts. The first paragraph above is a perfect example of this. I knew I'd mentioned both the poor job of marketing and the schedule I keep in past posts, so I figured I'd point to them if anyone wanted the back story. So at least once per week, I will search through older posts to find relevant references.

However, it turns out that I've written 300+ posts. That's definitely a large enough volume of posts that I don't remember all of them. Heck, I'm not sure I'd remember them all even if there were like a quarter of that many posts. So, often times, I'm surprised by something I've written in the past. It's usually a pleasant surprise, but it's a surprise nevertheless. I am starting to worry that one of these days, I'm going to write about something a second time. I don't mean like writing a sequel or a follow-up post to an original, but more like actually repeating a subject.

What makes this doubly scary is that there are now inside jokes with certain people that have come up since I started writing. As with any friends, you tend to have short hand descriptions for certain stories or descriptions. That sort of thing happens when you have a shared history. So, every now and again, something comes up in conversation that references one of those older stories. A perfect case in point was the Napkin Incident. I was having dinner there recently, with some of the same people who were present that night. Inevitably, someone joked about me being dirty, and the story was rehashed for the benefit of those who had missed the fun the first time around.

In fact, it was funny enough that I thought about writing a post about it. Or, rather, I thought about re-writing about it. I've obviously written about it before, and it was only a serendipitous search that stopped me from making this mistake. Oh, how close you were to hearing me drone on again about napkins.

Given the limits of my memory and the growing pool of posts, though, I suspect it's only a matter of time before it happens. I will do my level best to prevent it, but I'm not sure I can fight back the tides of inevitability forever. So, I'm apologizing now, in advance, for any reruns that you may have to endure. I'll at least try to be amusing a second time around.

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