Sometimes you don't need statistics. Sometimes you don't need retrospectives. Sometimes you don't need superlatives.
Hello time traveler!
You must be someone from the future since nobody alive today (Jan 19, 2008) is aware that I started a new blog. I hope you are from the near future, say 2010 or 2011, and not from the faraway future, like the year 2400 or something. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against people from 2400. I'm sure they will be very nice and decent folks. (Hopefully a bit nicer than those living today.)
The reason I hope you're from the near future is because I like to be still around when people start reading my blog entries. I have started this great new project about writing a book, which I will explain in more detail later, and I assume that some time in the future people will discover my blog and start reading all those historical blog entries that I'm still going to write over the next few years. It's like a planned paleontology project, though the fossils will be less dirty and less cumbersome to dig up, and the strange creature that will have left the droppings will not be dead yet. At least, that's what I hope.
So please tell me, what date are you from? Did the book I am writing now become a best-seller before or after 2010? Or was my work discovered long after I was dead? I would really, really hate that. But you won't have to hold back that information to spare my feelings, since (in that case) I won't be around to read it anyway.