I could, I suppose, make some effort to recount every minute of every day. To do the story any justice, I really should. But, here’s the problem with that.
Having unused gigabytes of space on the server, I could probably pull it off. But, writing this primarily as a novel, with the general intention of releasing a big hardcover product [preferably in a single volume, for less than fifty bucks], there’s a certain mathematical concern, at this point.
If I could average a page per day, over the last eighteen years, this thing would come in at almost seven thousand pages. Which I’m okay with, except you can’t actually print a book with seven thousand pages. Yet. Granted: in a few more years, we’ll have nanorodbased quasibooks containing terabytes of data. But, here in the luddite world, we’re just not there yet. So, notwithstanding slackerhood.com, laptops, iPods, PSPs, and half the mobilephones now in production, it might not suck to simplify my anecdotal evidence down into less than a thousand pages. Half of that, if possible.
I’m not sure it’s possible. But I’ll see what I can do.