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100th Post!

Not like that fake 100th post from a week or two ago. This is actually my 100th post at kevinpaulnye.blogspot.com, which would be more of an accomplishment if it didn't actually take me 6+ years. That's right, the first post on this site was in July of 2009 - about seven weeks after I graduated college, which is a seriously distant memory at this point.

There've been some ups and downs along the way. Originally it was meant to be a journal of finding some legs in the entertainment world: I talked about my first ever stand-up comedy audition, talked about the week-long trip I took to New York with Lou-Chaz Bitsko, and even what my life would look like if it were a movie.

Life changed: I moved to Chicago and wrote about people on the train biting each other's ears and just being gross, posted a total of five times in 2011, pretended to get back into blogging in 2012, then left this old thing dormant from August 2012 until November 2014. Oops.

But now that I'm back, I'm glad to be here. The resurgence came because I'd moved to Italy with my then-girlfriend and now-wife and that seems like a pretty cool thing to talk about it. And it has been pretty cool to talk about. Now that we're back in the states and I have a little more time on my hands, It's been some more travel stuff, some more silly stuff, and then also that letter to my 8th grade English teacher, which has been viewed a full 4x more times than any other post I've ever had, ever.

So what have we learned over the past 100 posts?

Hopefully just that I'm at least a somewhat competent writer who thinks he's much funnier than he actually is. Beyond that, I bet you're infuriated with all the photos and how these posts have generally gotten less funny over the last 8 months.

Sorry, kinda.

Here are some photos to make you feel better.

 Me and Eddie in reverse-race Pulp Fiction for Halloween

Mammoth donkey selfie

Lovely names for Italian condoms

Duck-face selfies in the Eiffel Tower - lots of strangers laughed at us

Jenna being birthed by a weird piece of art in Prague

HERE'S TO 100 MORE POSTS THAT DOZENS OF YOU WILL EVER READ!!
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