Please keep in mind that this post is more than 3 years old. Opinions change. Tastes change. Everything changes. I may still agree with or like this, or I may not. But everything is kept up here for archival purposes.
I ring in the / January 1, 2002
I ring in the new year among fire sirens, pictures of drunk people yelling at a ball of fire, and wind gusts that could freeze my gonads into oversized hailstones.
And despite all that’s happened this year, I do not have my normal pessamistic outlook for the coming year.
This has got to be a bad sign.