Happy New Whatever

2007. Um, yay, and stuff.

When you think about it, it's all just nonsense. Some old dude sat up and said "This is the first of the year" and it became so. It's just a set of number values. It's cyclical in nature and adjusts for the seasons and things but "date zero" was arbitrarily selected. So, essentially, if they had arbitrarily picked another date, we could be celebrating New Year in summer, for example. (Would it still be called January, though?)

I could write about my brother's party that got carried away. I could write about the big hole in my bathroom shower wall as a direct result. I could write about my resolutions and how I'm going to make 2007 fap-tastic. But I'm not. That would take a long time to type out, and it's not that interesting anyway.

8pm on January 1st I went to sleep. I wanted to be fully refreshed and ready for my work starting in a few hours from now. I was woken up by clicking. It's one of my hard drives! WAH! Screw everything else.

Riddle: When is it time to give up anime?
Answer: When the hard drive crashes dirty.

Worse yet, the loud clicking (usually an indication that the heads are out of alignment and can't seem to get back into it) woke me up and I felt completely refreshed and wonderful. Which would be fantastic if it were 6am in the morning. It's 1:30am. Now I gotta wind down and get to sleep.

Wah-mbulance? Maybe.