Numbers like 9, 90 and 900 are strange bedfellows; I feel a little sorry for them. Always destined to cower somewhere at the bottom of the bed, knowing everyone's waiting for the main event: the orgasmic 10, 100 and 1000.
In a bid to rescue these retiring wallflowers from the shadows, here's my 9th post and here's my 90th.
And this is my 900th. (Good. I was wondering what on earth to write for my 900th post, and the matter seems to have taken care of itself.)
And the moral is: don't neglect the build-up. It's generally a lot more entertaining than the climax.