State of the Union
Maybe it’s just the shit I read and watch this time of year but everyone seems to be in such a lousy mood. Some bloggers sound like they wanna slit their wrists, the newspeople run endless Tsunami/Hurricane retrospectives, pundits argue over the “war” on Christmas—and then of course we gotta worry about peak oil and the declining real estate market and the retreating stock market and the bullshit war and the confederacy of dunces who run this country. Phew. That it?
Hey, I empathize. I was grumpy this time last year too, but then I discovered Scientology my Theory of Everything and, well, 2005 didn’t turn out so bad. No more casting pearls before swine for me—I’m just trying to make things right in my little corner of the universe. So, if I may, I’d like to inject just a wee note of optimism amid all the doom and gloom.
As I write this my once-girlfriend now-fiancee admires the shiny ring on her finger, a fittingly symbolic pearl ring at that. (“Don’t even talk to me about diamonds,” I told the befuddled jeweler a few weeks ago. “The De Beers cartel can kiss my ass.”) Yeah, after like fourteen years we’re finally engaged; at this rate our grandchildren will be finishing college by the time we’re married. Just kidding, dear.
Christmas (Holidaymas, whatever) was good. My mom’s hair may be falling out but she’s got her cancer on the ropes. I spent much of my time setting up my father’s new electronic gadgets while I sipped egg nog and Les sat on the couch cooing over my baby pictures. A fancy new digital SLR camera will, I hope, arrive via UPS today—after our New Year’s trip I’ll be sure to geek out about it on NLP.
And speaking of Naked Loft Party, though I may have been burned out on the site at the beginning of the year things are on the up and up around here these days. The book came out in February, traffic is (for whatever reason) growing to levels that make my palms sweat a little and the beer money I used to make off ads has grown into a sizable income—enough that I’m considering doing this stuff full time. I’m looking forward to meeting a bunch of sexy bloggers soon and I have a few big projects lined up for ‘06. It’s all my little way of telling The Man to shove those TPS reports up his ass.
In thirty hours or so Les and I will hop a plane to Seattle and spend a few days with our favorite bitches dear friends Jen and Nikki. They’ve got all kinds of crazy shit planned and I honestly can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.
So fuck it. I’m feeling good right now and I’m gonna run with it. Here’s a sloppy toast to 2006 and all tomorrow’s (naked) parties.
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