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[padmaclynne]

so. new years. december 31 is reeeeally arbitrary. i mean, hell, it's name means ten. and that means february (28|29)/march 1 should be the new year. or my birthday, on account of how that is an actual new year for me...

drinking is fun, champagne is not my favorite, dick clark is a robot, and i hate resolutions. i hate making promises that i won't/can't/shouldn't keep. especially when it is not my fault. okay, more when it is my fault, and i have failed. i don't like failure. so, well, i don't like to set goals. i like to continually try to fix my assortment of problems and improve gradually. but resolutions are goals, often badly-phrased, liquor-fueled goals that will not be met. set goals that can be reached, and reach them. "i will wear pants in public¹, with the exception of fsg, unless there is a really good reason to not wear pants, or, well, i just don't feel like pants. oh, and i'll take off pants for money. prices are negotiable, and vary based on location, time, audience, and inebriation. thank you for your patronage."

maybe i should start throwing new years eve parties on april 11th. it does have a pleasing internal logic.




¹ public will be defined on a case-by-case basis (say that out loud. does the internal repetition of the "ase" sound please you?), again varying according to my whimsy.