But I'm a busy guy! C'mon cut me some slack whydon'tcha?
Alright, sorry for yelling, come on back. I won't do it again.
Things are well though and all is mostly, mostly right with the world. Home is nice as ever, and we even had a few holidays to make life interesting. First and foremost was Christmas, where we had some jewish family friends come over, because we like to keep our holidays nice and ironic, which is why we've invited over the Amish for New Year's.
(I'm kidding of course . . . we all know the Amish are myths. And if they aren't I'd like to see one of em come online and refute me! Ha! Got you there, Amish Community!)
But Christmas was good, nice and easy going. Afterwards, we went up to Massachusetts to go see Bema and the gang, which is always a fun and interesting time. Always a good time watching the family dynamics.
But before that, Dad and I went to a comic shop in (shudder), New Jersey. Despite the horrendous drive and traffic and foul beasts of the pit that make up the Garden State, it was worth it. We found a veritable gold mine of 75% off deals and oh . . . words cannot describe. Needless to say, should we have a thousand dollars and a delorean, I would gladly go on back.
And I suppose that leaves us to the big question . . . New Year's. The Coming Year. The Big One.
2010 . . . ain't that crazy? It's going to mark the end of my second decade on this earth, which went by SO fast, (sarcasm much?). But to think, a lot happened in these past ten years. Let's do that thing, where I tick them off, yes?
Graduated grade school, (finally), entered high school, wrote my first play, acted my brains out, improv for the first time, made a bunch of amazing friends, first girlfriend, first kiss, first maybe mutual break-up, (? still don't really remember how that all shook out haha), c'est la vie to high school, and holy hell COLLEGE . . . and yeah . . . smiles, and comics and books, and tragedy and death and more comics and more books. Family and friends and good times. Good food, good music, and quiet nights. Yeah . . . it's been a doozy.
And the great thing about New Year's Eve, is that it's a big old eraser. Didn't have a good year? Fuggedabouit! That's why there's another one coming! A chance to start over.
(And don't give me that bullshit about 2012 being it, put a cork in whydontcha?)
And I suppose if I could tell you anything, ask anything of you people of the world, it's this:
Take this year to do something great. Set a goal and do it. Read a book. Take up swimming, or mountain climbing, or competitive napping. Find love. If you've already found love, find where you hid it away and bring it back. Let your mind wander and imagine ideas that will shake the world. Let your eyes roam the universe and don't let them be content with mediocrity. Let your ears hear the finest poetry, the most delicious dialogue and the best fucking music you can find. Let your lips speak of generosity, laughter and goodwill towards men. Also, let your lips roam and perhaps find another pair of lips to connect with. If you've already found that other pair of lips, see above re: love to know where to go from there. Let your hands build, and let your hips sway and let your legs jump and let your feet walk easily.
Trust your feet most of all, to lead you somewhere you've never been. They know what they're doing.
Most of all though, live this year, live every day to its fullest. Be bold, be loud, be quiet and be content. This is all we get folks. Life is the brand new looking, fire engine red, beautifully painted, meticulously spotless, dustless, fingerprint-less Ferrari sitting in your garage. It's fine to look at, but it will do no one any good if it sits there.
Don't be afraid to drive it once in a while, okay?
Happy New Year. Happy Decade. Happy Life.