There’s a function in the system we use at FDL to write our posts that allows us to see where our incoming links arrive from. It’s a bit embarrassing to confess how often I check it — uh, it’s not vanity, it’s blogospheric politesse to respond when you’ve been referenced and how can I respond unless I monitor my incoming links? or something — but check it often I do. And after a week spent on the tranquil Outer Banks of North Carolina, during which I limited my BlackBerry checking to one furtive glace a day, it’s amazing to go back into the FDL content-management-system and see incoming links from far and wide that have nothing to do with anything I’ve written. (Doubly so to see the Army’s Combined Arms Center advertising Niel’s material on its frontpage, and so I have to present a screencap.) That’s a testament to the excellent work presented by the platoon of guestbloggers this past week, who’ve really gone above and beyond. 

I’d be lying if I said I read Attackerman in the past seven days. My goal was not to read the internet at all — my burnout was so intense I was giving a second listen to Cam’ron’s recent whine — and I came pretty close. But I’m just starting to catch up now and wow.  Dave, Niel, Richard, Nadezhda, Josh and Sgwhiteinfla have set a standard and I’m inspired to match it now. This post, as far as I’m concerned, is a classic. So is this one. When I finish reading everyone’s contributions, I’ll unearth more. 

So thanks to the Sinister Six for guestblogging, and to everyone for reading and commenting. A friend of mine — and occasional guestblogger herself — suggests that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to bring the guests back on occasion, and I’d be game if they are (and you are).  Until then, make sure to read their own blogs.

I’ve got over 5000 unread posts in my RSS reader and lots of emails to answer. I don’t really know what’s going on in the world and ought to catch up. (I’ve got a lot to say about my beach-week read, the second volume of the Mitrokhin archive, which tallies up the history of the KGB’s third-world activities, but more on that later.) I spent a week drunk in the sun living in a beach house with about 20 of my favorite people and yet it feels great to be back. 

Spencer Ackerman

Spencer Ackerman