Karl Klockars

Just for fun, before we all go out and dive headfirst into bottle after bottle of Cold Duck or other various cheap yet overpriced booze, why not set the wayback machine for about 363 days ago, when I created this:

In Appreciation of a Pain Self-Induced.

It will either make you want to overdo it, or remind you why you’re not overdoing it.  Either way, you win.

Among everyone I’ve polled (and believe me, this has been a scientific-as-hell process) agrees that 2009 has been rough.  So now let’s pretend it never happened – and never mention it again.  That includes, ladies and gentlemen, talking about how horrible it was.

I have probably done more “acknowledging” of the fact that 2009 was horrible than anyone over the last couple weeks, and I feel bad about it.  I’m not a whiner by nature, and while it’s fair to call things what they are, that doesn’t mean we have to dwell on them.  So:

From here on out, it’s all peacocks and sunshine and yee-haws from here on out.  It’s better mindsets on the brain and hoping that a positive mental attitude will carry us forward for the next few months.  That, and a trip to Vegas.  Here’s to the best of times in 2010 and we’ll see you there.

And now, let’s go to the bar.