Happy New Year, all. I'm a little hungover this morning - we managed to drink quite a bit last night. Oh, well. Happy to see guests soon!

Alpha-bits. Breakfast, it's what's for dinner. Or not. Hi, Juliana. Glad to see you.

Do you by any chance have a Super Sekrit Identity, billytea? One that involves wearing identical outfits on a daily basis and calling rabid and poisonous pointy-toothed critters hell-bent on homicide "grumpy little fellas"?

Lord no. I'm far too polite to go grabbing things by the tail and hauling them up for the cameras. Plus, they're far more interesting under their own steam.

Thank heavens. I would hate to think that anyone around here would be so stupid as to broadcast the (attitude if not the words) "Hey look, there's a hole, why don't I crawl into it to see if there is a snake!". For Irwin, I have been told, this behavior had predictible results when he engaged in it while in Arizona.

Happy New Year, Bitches! καλή χρονιά!

WS, have him put in writing that you shouldn't evaculate when a fire alarm goes off and you will own him forever. What a great story that would be in the local news.

The New Year's party I went to last night was at the home of a friend's boyfriend. He has two pinball machines! I realized that if I owned a pinball machine, I would never get anything done. I had forgotten how mesmerizing they are. He also had some pretty decent art and a giant television. He said the look he was going for was "ultimate bachelor pad."

I'm trying to decide whether it would do me good to write something reflecting on 2005 or if I'm better off with my usual philosophy that the unexamined life is worth living. 2005 was not my best year.

Skipped and skimmed. Still, {{{Cass}}}. And Yay on Julianna being in CA!

Happy New Year to y'all.

And Kara's influence has spread. Last night a four year old knighted me "Minty Pony".

somewhere between 11 and 1130 last night my body said " alchol smees icky. Music is too loud. even drinking two bottles of water doesn't cool you down. and by the way you have a headache that comes and goes. " so we went home . blech. Where I spent the first part of the night freezeing and the second half too hot. I feel fine this morning, but I scared DH and did not have as much fun as I had planned. Plus Ihave no idea what was up.

Happy New Year, everyone!

juliana right exactly here, in the Bay Area -- I am wriggling with happiness. Speaking of which, juliana, can you poke Perkins and tell her to check her gmail, please? Unless she's all muzzy and hungover and likely to snap your poking finger off.

Hec neglected to mention the most singular characteristic of the candles at the French Catholic church. They were mechanized electric candles: drop a quarter in the slot and the little light goes on, I'm not sure for quite how long. The prayers that accompanied the quarter-dropping were sincere, but the electric lights felt a little odd. I plan to light some actual flamey candles with actual matches the next time I'm at my own parish.

Beth, I hope you stay better. How odd.

Ginger, I have no advice as to writing or not writing, but here's to a better year this time around. And you are soooooo right:

WS, have him put in writing that you shouldn't evaculate when a fire alarm goes off and you will own him forever. What a great story that would be in the local news.

If they haul me down to the office I shall do so. OSHA is on my list of people to contact if there is real trouble, more than just the blow-hards blowing hard, at work over this. Let 'em yak. They can't take the sky from me.

JZ, I am muzzy and hungover, but I also responded.

For Irwin, I have been told, this behavior had predictible results when he engaged in it while in Arizona.

'kay, colour me intrigued. (I don't think that Arizona is exactly likely to be the most dangerous locale in which Irwin has bounded around poking the fauna, though - having seen him scampering blissfully around various snake-riddled bits of Africa, and indeed plunging into shark-filled waters and yanking pregnant sharks by the tail. He's forever getting bitten - and when there aren't any bitey things around, he seems to contrive to get attacked by thorns and rocks and trees and chainsaws. It has to be some sort of kink. By this point his body must be mostly scar tissue.)

So what happened in Arizona? Is it too much to hope that someone jumped in and intervened on the behalf of the beleaguered wildlife, and marched him quietly away?

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Oh, hell. I've just been over to the Crocodile Hunter site, and I find myself utterly disarmed. Again. I can't really mock Steve Irwin. I do find his wholehearted love for all God's creatures so entirely sincere that - I just can't take the piss. He's one of the very few people I feel convinced would be welcomed into heaven no questions asked. 'course, he'll probably end up there as a result of bounding gleefully after one too many impatient & poisonous critters, but... bless him.