As the old year draws to a close, one can't help but reflect on what hasn't been done and what can never be reclaimed. Say what you will about this year, it is lost, it is gone. And as I look around me I can honestly say there is no group that I would rather be with to face the grim specter of death racing with blinding speed so inexorably towards us.
'Peace on Earth, goodwill toward men.' What a crock!
You know, a few years ago I made a batch of my famous rum balls for Christmas. They were so popular that this year, just on a whim, I made 20 batches, enough for the whole department. –Hmm. It's funny that you would have that much rum around.
You know? This is the only time of year I like White music.