Vol. 339 No. 006
Vol 111 no. 997
Happy Mid-Winter to all of you who are freezing your patoots off.
Shall I make you want to shoot me? It's 75 degrees right outside my front door, a lovely breeze is coming through the windows, a full sun hangs in the sky with lacy clouds waltzing by, and it's a three-hour drive to Lake Tahoe to magnificent skiing. As Sheldon says, neener neener . You're in New York and you say it's 1 degree right outside your front door? Would you believe me if I said I feel your pain?
Vol. 886 No. 330
Yep, it's 2016, no way around it, no going back, and isn't that just like Time? Always moving in only one direction regardless of what you want. So you survived Christmas and New Year's Eve and like an intelligent being you watched that shiny ball drop at midnight on the 31st to the accompaniment of a million + voices shouting the countdown. Then you took yourself off to bed, with only one glass of champagne swimming around in your blood stream. Well done.
Vol. 77 Number 49
Merry Christmas One and All:
Vol. 449 No. 118
Merry Thanksgiving to all of you. Yes, it's true, I admit it: we've already started decorating since Christmas parties begin the first week in December. But, listen, I love Thanksgiving, so all the Thanksgiving decorations are up until Black Friday. (Can somebody tell me why it's called Black Friday? I know what BFF means, but BF? I really don't think they're related but I could be wrong.)