Welcome, 2010. Now Please Don’t Suck.
I don’t really celebrate New Year’s Eve or Day in any particular way. Sure, we may stay up a little later than usual on New Year’s Eve, but that’s about it. It’s just another day, and by the time New Year’s comes around I’m usually so burnt out on holiday celebrations I need a much better reason to go through yet another one than simply ‘Oh look the number is changing!’
I also don’t get dressed up and spend inordinate amounts of money when my car’s odometer rolls over. But maybe that’s a holiday I should start promoting, just so I can be in on the ground floor of it.
So I don’t bother with new year’s resolutions. And that’s not going to change here and now. I’ll do as much as I want to do to exactly the extent I can afford and get away with it. Same as last year.
But I would like to see 2010 make a new year’s resolution for a change, and that resolution would be this — “I, the year 2010, WILL NOT SUCK.”
Would that be so hard, really?
No monstrous financial upheavals. No introductions of devastating personal illnesses. No further airings of MTV’s “The Jersey Shore.”
In the cosmic scheme of things, that doesn’t really sound like a lot to ask for. Suns could still explode. Dark Matter could still do whatever it is that dark matter does. Supermassive black holes could still provide fodder for hilariously inaccurate SF movie plots.
I’m just asking the Four Horsemen of the Modern Apocalypse (Debt, Disease, Unemployment, and the seldom-mentioned Painful Rectal Itching) to take a holiday. Go somewhere nice, lads. Take a straw hat and a few long books. We could all use a break.
Okay, that’s enough whining, time to get back to the first rewrite of Banshee. Happy New Year, everyone! May the taxman make significant errors in your favor and the radar unit under-report all your driving speeds.