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All is quiet on New Year’s Day…

The title pretty much says it all. Today was spent sleeping, relaxing, watching the “Alias” marathon on cable, and generally prepping (mentally) to go back to work tomorrow. Last night was a pretty late night, as I was helping Darren with the load-out at Triumph. The Bedbug Eddie boys played a good show last night, although as Denise is quick to point out, they kinda mangled the lyrics to “Pinch Me”. Overall, a fun way to spend the Eve. Hopefully Darren will be posting some of Ali’s digital photos from last night soon.

This is the time of year when every blogger seems to make some kind of year in review post. Well, I’ll probably post some kind of general wrap-up in the much-neglected “My Two Cents” area, but I don’t intend to go back and pick up the Random Thoughts high and low points. The low points (personal and worldwide) are pretty obvious, and the high points were few and far between. If you’re really intent on seeing what the last year was like, click the Archive link at the bottom of the page.

Every New Year’s, I wonder if the coming year will be better than the one that just past. This year, the question is “how much better will it get?” I mean, could 2002 possibly be worse than 2001?

LET’S GO ORANGE!!!

Photo: ESPN.com

Tonight, an “underdog” team made a lot of sportswriters eat their words.
No. 18 Syracuse impressive in picking up 10th victory 26-3
Now try and tell me that SU didn’t deserve a better bowl bid.

Your semi-daily reminder of why Joss is the MAN.

I know/
I should go/
But I follow you like a man possessed/
There’s a traitor here beneath my breast/
and it hurts me more than you’ve ever guessed/
If my heart could beat it would break my chest/
But I can see you’re unimpressed/
So leave me be…

The secrets of ”Terminator 3”

Wow. Based on this article, I can’t tell if this movie is going to be incredible (like “T2”) or totally suck ass (like “Independence Day”). I guess time will tell. Assuming Skynet doesn’t obliterate all of us first.
Link unceremoniously stolen from Julie

How to turn yourself into a walking sight gag, in 8 easy steps.

1. Go to vending machine, purchase 16oz beverage…say, orange juice. (Preferably the kind without pulp.)
2. Return to your desk. Place bottle on desk.
3. Shake bottle vigorously. Open cap, without removing it. Return bottle to desk.
4. Forget about juice for about 5 minutes.
5. Remember that juice is on your desk. Pick up the bottle.
6. Shake vigorously. Hold expression for approximately 15 seconds after realizing you have just splashed juice on yourself and your computer, alternately.
7. Say “D’oh”.
8. Excuse yourself from your desk (and your hysterical co-workers), find some paper towels, dry self off.

Bloggers of the world – UNITE! And while you’re at it, change your frickin’ passwords…

Let me just say this – if I ever meet the guy who designed the ramp and exit system at JFK Airport in Queens, he’s getting his ass kicked. It took me a half hour – A HALF HOUR – to find my way out of that maze and back onto the Van Wyck Expressway after I dropped Bry off at the airport for his journey back to the land of rain, Microsoft, coffee and airplane manufacturing. I nearly found my way onto the Belt Parkway, but going in the wrong direction (which, as it turned out, was a good thing, because the traffic going west, the way I would have wanted to go (if I chose to take the Belt) was JAM PACKED. Once I managed to find my way back into the airport and to Terminal 6, where I dropped Bry off (seemed like a logical place to start over…), it was literally a half hour after I shook Bry’s hand and watched him disappear into the terminal.

The moral of the story? JetBlue needs to start service to Newark.

In rereading my last post, I’m starting to wonder if I automatically assume everyone has a negative view of me…as the Magic 8-Ball would say, signs point to “yes”, and that can’t be healthy.

So, it’s Christmas night. Traditionally, I would be in the movies right now, enjoying whatever film debuted today. Indeed, I was supposed to be seeing Ali tonight with Darren, Ali (Darren’s wife, not the afforementioned boxer), and Bry, among others.

But then I found out who the “others” were. One is the guy I still want to punch in the face for his actions of late, and the others being two sets of sisters who, I get the impression, don’t like me very much. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not really one for uncomfortable situations. (Especially when there’s that “punch someone in the face” temptation.) So instead of Ali, I sit at home and watch reruns of “Biography” and “The Naked Chef” on cable.

Sigh. Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.