Yes, Yes, Happy Freaking New Year.

My resolution this year is simple: I'm not making any resolutions. So far, aside from resolving not to make any resolutions, I've totally stuck to my resolution.

(Aside: TiVo is watching "The Twilight Zone" as I type, and despite the obvious humor in the fact that tiny Michelin men are attacking a cliched country woman who apparently lives in a kitchen with an attic, I'm mildly terrified. Laura hates aliens.)

The thing about resolutions is, no one ever follows them. And when I say no one, I sort of mean no one, but I mostly mean me.

Now. If I WERE to make resolutions, they would go something like this:

1. Remind TiVo to watch less SciFi channel.
2. Eat less, drink more.
3. Exercise, like, all the time.
4. Sing karaoke whenever possible.
5. Fix life, find love, get raise, become perfectly happy.

You can see the obvious unachievability of most of those (possible exception: #5), and therefore understand my resolution to remain unresolved.

I think I'm going out for a drink.

([EDIT]: Turns out the little Michelin men were actually astronauts from EARTH, and the country woman was a crazy giant on some other planet! Damn you, "The Twilight Zone", and your crazy twists and turns...)