Fleeting and Random New Years Impressions

• I used to look forward to 4 major bowl games on New Years Day:  Rose, Cotton, Orange and Sugar.  I paid attention.  I knew (and cared) who was playing.  Now I don't know, don't care and don't watch.  I can't imagine why anybody wastes time on such sporting dreck except for aging alumni and, given the one-horse-shithole universities playing this year, I can't imagine why they'd admit it.  
• Oh, wait.  Michigan's playing...maybe I'll watch and root against 'em.  Talk about shitholes.  UPDATE:  Damn, Michigan won.  Oh well.  Shit happens, even on a holiday!
• New Years Eve fireworks at 7:00 P.M.  WTF?
• I hope those damn kids across the street who partied until 6:00 A.M. have ONE HELL of a hangover today.  I'm just sayin...
• Just once I'd like to see the Times Square ball drop on some celebrity's head.   That'd be worth stayin' up late for.
• Time for all politicians to resolve to JUST SHUT UP!  Yeah, like that'll happen.
• My Christmas tree is still prominently displayed and I like it that way.  My outdoor lights are still on and I like that too.  Deal with it.
• Damn.  Forgot to open the champagne last night.  But the Chilean cabernet was excellent as was the roasted chicken with thyme and garlic.  Best part: there's leftovers of both wine and chicken, though not for long.  I don't much care for champagne anyway; it's more of a New Years' Eve affectation.
• I'll bet all 4 Tri-Daughters had great times last night.  Still waiting to hear...
• The 5-DVD Directors' Cut edition of Blade Runner makes an AWESOME Christmas present!   My favorite movie of all time.  Thanks Mom!
• It's still snowing at Steamboat.  Time to go back, maybe.  
• 2007 will go down as a mediocre year in the annals of Vertical Man.  2008 already rocks!

iPod Shuffle:  "One Of These Days" by Van Morrison, from "Tell Me Something."  Maybe my resolution should be to "...stop acting like a reprobate..."   And "Someone Else's Tomorrow" by Patty Griffin, from "Children Running Through."  God I love her.  And "Oregon Hill" by the Cowboy Junkies, from "Black Eyed Man."   "...their women on the porches comparing alibis..."  Never a good sign.