This page is likely to be a little bit different than the rest of the internet.
First, here's the screenshot proof that I actually have 2001 followers here on Steemit, as is suggested in the title:
The Milestone Post
This is the milestone post which goes out to all of my 2001 followers, and is an example of what can be expected by following this 
page.
When I saw that I had reached 1999 followers, I tried to think of some way to celebrate, and a way to welcome Follower number 2000 (F2K) to the page, but then someone unfollowed me, which was followed by two new followers who put the number of followers at 2001.
Math like that is dull, and certainly not very entertaining. As the followee, I became bored with the whole '1999 Followers' idea, the significance of F2K dropped dramatically after that, and I was stuck with this '2001 Followers' post.
It's a variety and entertainment page, so this post will be a variety and entertainment post, naturally.
The Odyssey Part of the Post
The little flying saucer depicted above is not as small as it may appear. It may look rather toylike to us, but for the little craft's occupants, the world became much bigger for them when they came to tour my garden here on the Earth's surface a few weeks ago.
This difference in scale is something that I'm familiar with, because I had once been on a similar tour, in a similar craft.
For a small fee, a dozen tourists and I were once taken to a world where things were gigantic. Upon our entrance to the giant gardens, the pilots of the craft had steered us up close to these towering patches of massive irises touched by the last of a golden light. We hovered there, and of course we all clamored around the viewing ports with our cameras, hoping to capture the enchantment of the massive pedals in the afternoon light:
We had found a giant's house, and while we were hovering next to the giant's window trying to see inside, I took these pictures out of one of the viewports from the sunny side of the ship. Tree frogs-- massive things-- waiting for something small to fly past their perch. Thankfully our little disc craft was too big for them to attack.
Our pilots had seen them too, and we eased away from the creatures, only to find an even more dangerous one.
It turns out that these giants have bicycles, and it turns out that their giant cats are just as ridiculous as our little house cats.
I had expected a different world
I thought things were going to be alien and strange, but the giants were obviously just like us, only bigger.
I had expected some weird and wild in the giant's world, but their world was just large, and not that weird.
You want weird?
I'm pretty sure some of my 2001 followers like the weird stuff. Those dusty pages from the Library of Unusual Twists, those odd scenarios that won't resolve quite right, yet seem true and real-- the trippy stuff.
The Screaming Chandelier
There is the tale of the Screaming Chandelier, the time when I found myself on a walking tour through the mind of a haunted man. The place was certainly creepy, a twisted mansion where the guide insisted that we not look at the ceiling, and so of course we all looked at the ceiling while we walked.
There was a long hallway, and at first the creaking floor below us went unnoticed, but then there was a groan that everyone heard.
We all looked at the floor at once, and our guide turned around and fought his way back past us, a look of horror on his face, and a mortal urgency in his gait as he fled.
SHHHH!!!
We were quiet, but a loud shushing sound was coming from around my ankles. "Shhh!" the floor was saying, even though we hadn't spoken a word. Of course, several people started talking then, and one lady loudly suggested that she wanted her money back for the tour.
"I came to see the Screaming Chandelier, not a 'shushing' floor!"
What a strange lady. I was surprised that she would come into the mind of a haunted man with any expectations at all. As for a refund, I don't think anyone should have expected to ever see that guide again, even though we weren't sure what had spooked him so.
The lady puffed, then she turned from the shushing-carpeted hallway and stepped haughtily into the nearby dining room. The floor around us suddenly got quiet, and we heard a short yelp.
I leaned in the doorway to see what she was yelping about, and couldn't believe what I was seeing. The dining table had stood upright and, with a wooden ptooie had spit out it's center leaf, whereupon it began to dine on the unhappy lady.
For a visual reference, just imagine a wooden dining table eating someone. Hopefully you'll have trouble imagining such a horrific scene, and I don't think I ever would have dreamed of such a thing if I hadn't seen it for myself, with my own eyes.
We never did see the Screaming Chandelier, but I felt like it was a pretty good tour. Later, I think I understood the demented humor of the haunted man; it was a dining table. The humor was dark, but yeah, kinda funny in a way I guess.
How I Usually End These Things
My original 1999 followers know how it works around here by now; I'll make elaborate posts where I share my ideas about how to create a whole new world for ourselves, and then in another post I'll ruin my own credibility with some nonsensical humor and silliness.
Anyway, these are some of my favorite kinds of posts to do, and this one even has some variety in it; stories, photography, nature, and life, all in one Steemit blog.
I try to answer all of the comments below these posts eventually, and if I miss yours and you feel like it was overlooked, let me know and I'll get caught up.
I don't know what else to do with this milestone post. If you've read this far, I'll give 100% upvotes to a limited amount of 'knock-knock' jokes in the comments below, so get one ready and say 'knock knock' down below just for the fun of it. You know how it works: for example, if I say 'knock knock', you say 'who's there?', I might say 'orange', then you say 'orange who?', and finally I say 'orange you glad you read all the way to the end?'
Thanks for looking in!
all images above are mine, 2018, taken with Canon Rebel. Artwork is mine, watercolor on canvas, 2006, and the stories were all made up by me, for my 2001-ish followers