I mean, that’s what this holiday is, right? A party for those people that get excited watching the number tick over on their odometers.
But, on the theory that any excuse for a party is a good one, happy new year to one and all. And hang on– 2005 looks like it’s going to be even wilder than 2004. Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, and all that jazz.
As I write this, it’s 9:38 AM Saturday, January 1, 2005. London and Paris held quiet subdued celebrations because of the horrors of the South east Asian tsunami. New York went full boar gonzo from what i heard. I don’t know, I had to work overnight. Who wants to bet we’re in for another round of criticism from the Euros because we didn’t pay enough respect to the dead?
BTW, Glenn, is it possible to give your comments section a darker type? I’m getting old and my eyes aren’t what they used to be.