Times Gone By

New Years Resolutions, yada, yada, yada.

1.Throw away all underwear with a propensity to slither up the crack of my butt.

Done.

I’d consider that a pretty successful day, and you?

2. Stop reading the news. The only word I’ve learned is “surge”, first Iraq, then Huckabee, now Edwards.
I wonder if the surges here will be as much of a technical failure as the one in Iraq?

Should Be Famous, on New Years Day will be posting the three blogs you could not live without in 2007. Check it out and send in yours. anonymously if you wish.

I thank Sterling from chips and quips, late of course, for my community blogger award. I am awarded this more because the people who comment here are smart and interesting. So, I thank you all as well.

In case I don’t make it back, I’ll probably end up doing some night boarding on New Years Eve, Happy New Year.

Please don’t drink and drive. If you must drink, and who among us doesn’t have to drink once in awhile, please take a cab, stay at a hotel, or on the floor of the miserable party you feel obligated to attend.

If you kill someone while driving under the influence, you are a murderer. I will judge you harshly, even in death.

If you kill yourself, I will mourn your passing. Humming vigorously along with Amazing Grace, as I stand by your grave, gently throwing fine dirt on your coffin. I will try to think of your untimely demise as the tragic death of an illustrious and talented, but tortured, artistic soul. The reality of it is I will think it the tragic death of a stupid, thoughtless, human being, careless with a life so many in this world would move mountains to live.

Until the tenth I’ll be sporadic.
After the fifteenth I’ll be consumed.

“We’ll drink a cup of kindness yet for times gone by.”

Peace