Le Café Witteveen Year in Review

A painting I did in high school.

 

Happy New Year, you lovely people! 2010 was a great year. We passed 100,000 hits. We posted almost 2,500 1900times. And we made it a full year without being struck down by lightning. Some of us anyway.

Remember that guy who’s soon-to-be fiancée was struck by lighting, and I wrote about it, and he called me … on the phone! How scary was that? That guy’s name is Richard Butler. I checked Richard Butler’s blog, and he hasn’t been doing very well. Go check in on him. He’s decided to bail on his mortgage and ride the rails around the country. Sounds like a great thing to do, really. He’ll definitely have some stories when it’s all said and done.

The year started with a bang. You’ll remember that I had a book challenge with Mark Tetzlaff. January and February ended up being Le Café’s best months ever in terms of hits. I drove to Champaign, IL to attend John Loftus’ debate with Dinesh D’Souza in February. It’s a good thing Loftus won that debate.

Honk.

Eventually during the year, Tetzlaff and his buddy Justin-pooh threw in the towel on a two-way conversational blog, and opted out for the more reasonable, Christlike one-way or the highway blog.

Zdenny threw in the towel, too, thanks to me. Just me. No one else.

But now we have a guy named David who has eased his way into the role of crazy commenter at Le Café and we welcome him with open arms.

The blog slowed down over the summer. I went on a missions trip in July to show how great atheists and believers can get along. Just because you disagree with someone’s views doesn’t mean you can’t sleep in the same room with them. The trip was with my dad, no less, and it really brought us closer.

When we got back, we shot regular-reader Xina’s wedding. Marriage is a great institution, and I’m longing for the day when all people who love one another can opt to marry one another.

Back in Chicago in August, Tina and I adopted Talulah. This was Jude’s favorite moment of 2010. Talulah the best dog I could imagine having, and she should be the poster child for pit/boxers. I don’t think I told you that while we were in North Carolina, my year-and-a-half-old niece scootched over to Talulah’s bowl while she was eating and stuck her hand in there, and Talulah only looked at her. If that doesn’t say how awesome and kid friendly she is, I don’t know what does.

The end of the year has wrapped up nicely just in time for Christmas. Or solstice. Or Saturnalia. Or Hanukkah. Or whatever damn holy holiday or not you want to honor.

Tina and I have decided to go full-fledge into business with one another. T-love has been dragging her feet over the past year. But she’s finally making the commitment and I couldn’t be happier.

Apart from that, Vuvuzela jokes got some of the heaviest hits this year. Hitchens got cancer. Dawkins died. I started a series of short stories called Pope Mohammed. And I’m decidedly going to keep on blogging, if for nothing else but to entertain the 30 to 50 of you who regularly read this blog.

I don’t make resolutions. I don’t believe 2011 is a new start except on paper and for taxes. It’s a continuation of what has been in the past and moves us into the future.

If there’s a message I have: it’s that it’s okay not to believe in Jesus, Mohammed, Yahweh, Zeus, Buddha, Zoroaster or any number of religious ideas. Life might be good with religious beliefs, but it’s damn brilliant without. The colors are richer, sharper and the grass is greener, tastes better, and tickles your neck when you lie in it … in a good way.

Oh yeah, and my new catchphrase to believers after they pull out the Pascal’s Wager card, “What if I’m wrong? What if you’re right!?! Holy crap, that would be awful.”

Believe me. It sounds really good when I say it out loud. When are you coming over for me to do my best “Jeremy” impression for you?

Whelp, that’s about it.

Did I miss a great moment? Please, leave a comment and let me know what it was. What do you want to see more of? Less of?

Cheers to you and yours! Here’s to 2011 … whatever that means.

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