We’re scarcely 33 hours into the New Year and I’ve decided to shitcan the Christmas-y stuff on the main page in favor of the tried and true logos appropriate to the general tone of this site. True, we haven’t yet finished up the Twelve Days of Christmas but I like the atom bomb so much more than the Christmas tree. It comforts me somehow.
A brand new year, surely to be wasted as all its brethren before it. Whoop-dee-do! I spent the short rest eating and drinking wonderful things in great quantities and then nursing a stomachache shortly before bed last night. Typical. No other injuries to speak of except a deep burn mark on my porch floor where, in my addlepated state, I left an aluminum box full of burning charcoal sitting directly on the wood. Brilliant. Nevertheless, after flipping the boards over and once I give it a good coat of paint things should be good as new.
Won’t make that mistake again.
Any New Year’s resolutions from the peanut gallery? I haven’t made any myself, mainly because they’re useless, but I do intend to continue with those changes I have made over the last year. So far, things seem to be suiting me fine so we’ll keep up.