Happy 2011!

And, as usual, I welcome the less-than-tens of people who read this drivel to the new year a full month late.

Welcome to 2011, the year many consider to be the penultimate annum of our existence.

If this doesn't kill us all BEFORE the games, Sarah Palin still will.

She may beat London to it, come to think of it.

My resolution is to write more. For the children (but not the British children). I have a number of topics up in the ol' noggin that I just need to, you know, write into real people words, and then you all can resume rolling on the floor laughing (or ROFL, in the common tongue -- well, mine at least). 

As MacArthur told the Filipinos, I shall return. Hopefully in less than four months this time.