It’s 14 years ago today that the very first post was made on the Old Beans. That’s 14 solid years of stupid blog posts, half-baked comic strips and comment threads laden with impenetrable in-jokes. Hooray for us!
I will admit to being both surprised and vaguely horrified that we have clocked up a full decade and a half on this silly website. It seems a bit over the top to regard this as an achievement, especially since we have achieved literally nothing: 14 years in, we still have no audience beyond ourselves.
But I will allow a moment of pride and back-patting for the minor achievement that, 14 years in, we are posting far better and more interesting stuff than we did at the beginning. This is not a project that ran out of steam, it’s one that has developed and grown. Well done us.
I was hoping, at this point, to see how close we are to overtaking the Old Beans with the New Beans, because in my head the Old Beans ran for millions of years and the New Beans is some cheeky young upstart that’s barely old enough to be in long trousers. But that’s not true.
The Old Beans ran from 17 May 2006 to 23 January 2012, a total of 2,078 days.
We will ignore the comic strip era and step ahead to the New Beans, which began on 6 January 2014. As of today, it has been running for 2,324 days.
The New Beans actually overtook the (Duration? Longitude? Lengthiness? Vastness?) length of time the Old Beans had been running back on 15 September last year, a day on which we celebrated this milestone by making no new posts at all.
Anyway, the point is: the Beans has now been running for 14 years, making it one of the longest-running and greatest achievements of my, or anyone else’s, life. And for that we should be thankful. Let’s all raise a glass, or at least an eyebrow, on this momentous occasion.
15 comments on “14 today”
It’s almost as old as Reuben… wow.
Are we three fathers to the collected Beans, like Three Men and a Baby? If so, can I be Tom Sellick?
In that case I’ll be Steve Guttenberg, and we shall all look forward very much to being directed by Leonard Nimoy.
That means Kev gets to be Ted Danson, the umm stud of the trio. I bet he’ll be smacked with cheer about that one. He’ll have to juggle being charming, handsome AND funny at the same time; that’s a large cross to bear.
It certainly is. That feels like Proper Responsibility. I’m much happier over here with the Nominal Responsibility of having nothing to live up to by being someone I’ve never heard of.
Better to have Nominal Responsibility and never knowing who Steve Guttenberg is/was rather than Uncomfortable Responsibility.
Presumably this means that, in your position as Tom Selleck, you are enjoying the role of Comfortable Responsiblity.
I am lapping up the Comfortable Responsibility so much it’s making my metaphysical moustache twitch with delight.
Meta-tache?
Words!
You have a metaphysical moustache? How do you know?
I can “feel” it with my “hands”. When I say “hands” I mean with my mind’s hands. When I say “feel” I also mean “imagine”.
So your metaphysical moustache is actually, strictly speaking, an imaginary moustache?
On that basis I’ve just given you an imaginary Hitler moustache. See how you like them apples.
If I can pull off a duck-billed platypus then I can pull off a Hitler moustache. Just bring it on, baby.
If you pull off a Hitler moustache you’ll have a sore bit on your top lip the exact size and shape of a Hitler moustache, so be prepared for that.
Dad joke alert. Ding that bell!
Ding!
No, but seriously, be careful when experimenting with fascist facial hair. Especially now you have the same haircut as General Pinochet.
General Pinocchio never had a mullet, did he? I’ve reached that level. I’m expecting people to start throwing their tabs at me in the street, confusing me with famous anti-semite Mel Gibson.