Spent New Year's Eve here at home with my wife and baby. Quiet, peaceful and pleasant. Except for that coarse, awful Kathy Griffin informing the nation that she didn't, "...go to your job and knock the dicks out of your mouth" on national television.
I'm sorry to see 2008 go. It had its rough spots, but, all in all, it was the best year of my life. So, arrivederci, Y2K + 8. Here's hoping that 2009 continues the trend of not sucking. We've already got a pretty damn good head start.
