Rearview Mirror

It’s not easy coming up with a “year in review” post title that hasn’t been done to death. So yea, rearview it is.

Looking back, quite a lot happened here this year, especially for a place where not much happened. I mean, I simply didn’t write much in 2008. And yet…

Early in the year, I got stoopid and ventured into online dating.

Not long after that, firmly pinned to the mat by WTF Disease, I announced my retirement from blogging. And I stuck by that until and unless, I’d get so pissed about something that my fingers just wouldn’t be still . . .

Like early in the summer when I worked really hard on a motherfucking children’s party. I must say, I enjoyed that little slice of profanity pie.

And so I was delighted to see that my muse from the previous link was featured in a national magazine with his motherf… well, with his mother.

Then, in late summer, at long last I found and shared what is the most likely culprit as a diagnosis for WTF. I continue to suffer many symptoms, and continue to pursue the treatment I began back then. I am told that it may take years.

Politics played an unusually prominent role here at WWIT this past year. Perhaps my most controversial post, and the one that invited the most passionate, provocative comments was my defense of underdog Sarah Palin. I reread those comments today, and I find that I still appreciate them; and I find that I still hold the preference that one actually READ my post(s) before commenting.

Finally, in the twilight of the year, I shared my dissenting view of the hot cold one. I have since seen the movie, and I really liked it. And I really stand by everything I said about that sucker.

Tonight we will stay in, and eat and drink good bad things, and play games and watch Times Square on TV. I hope that wherever you are, and whatever you’re doing, you feel warm and loved and optimistic. And if you’re a resolution-maker, I wish you well with that. I’m kinda not; but I’m also kinda thinking about making one or two this year. Or maybe just changing some things and then announcing them, rather than announcing first.

I thank you for being here. You add much to my life. I offer each of you an imaginary gift for the new year, inspired by one of my favorite comedians, the late Mitch Hedberg:

I’m giving you a self-help book. It has all blank pages and a pencil.

And this quote from Edith Lovejoy Pierce:

We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.

Let’s write this one well, dear friends.

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