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I'm wishing for a white New Years

As we sat outside, the snowflakes began to fall. A white new years, indeed. There was going to be a double header post, but Ali's not feeling too good. so you're stuck with me. Your loss.

New Years resolutions have never carried much weight in my life, so I'm not going to bother with them this time. I think, however, that a few thank-yous are in order. So. without further ado...

Steve and Melissa.
I cannot stress how privileged I feel that I not only met you, but got to know you and spend time with you. You're the kind of people that I want to know more about, want to be more of a friend, want to spend more time with... I'm aware that I sound like a loser, or at least a very lonely man, but I feel gifted every time we get together and you call me friend. Thank you. More than you can know, thank you!

Andy and Nicola.
Thank you for the time that we have had together. I've enjoyed every minute, and look forward to the future. My weekly drinking buddy, arguing partner, and all around good guy, I'm thankful that I met you. I look forward to more beer, and meeting the little one when he arrives.

Walter.
We have talked a little over e-mail, but I was sufficiently intrigued by our first meeting that I look forward to our next get-together.

There have been many others, and I apologize for not including them in this list. There is one, however, that I must include...

Greg.
I miss you, man. I still haven't gotten over the loss, and I hope I never do. You were a brother to me, a loved one, one whose life was ended far too soon, and for no good reason. I know there will come a time when I will make peace with my loss, but until then, there's a hole in my life, and a piece that just doesn't fit. I'll meet you at the crossroads, brother. I know I will.

To all those who come by, thank you. I haven't been a good host, with my frequent absences and bad grammar, so thanks for sticking with me.

Have a wonderful New Years, and remember those that are no longer with us, as well as those who are here.

Alcoholically yours, and hoping this year will be better than the last,

Matt

Crunch!

I love pictures of automobile impact testing. That's gotta be a job with a high satisfaction rating.

Oh, and I'm still around. Just busy.

Update: For those who need more crunchin', here's a site that'll make a grown man cry.

Wrecked Exotics

I was doing ok until the Lamborghini section. sniff

And to all, a good night!

(Disclaimer-I'm pretty toasted, so take this with the metaphorical grain of salt. I'm not usually this goofy, but I find my best posts come to me when I'm three sheets to the wind. Wheee!)

Merry Christmas, one and all.

Seeing as this is my blog and all, I think it's fitting that I use it to send happy messages. You don't like, send me hate mail. I have yet to receive any, and I am not sure what I'm doing wrong. Aside from rarely posting, that is.

I'm going to save the major toasting for New Years. Until then, content yourselves with this.

Alison, if you read this before it's hopelessly out of date, I love you. Have a wonderful time in the Great White North. I miss you. Say hi to everybody for me, and give Baba a hug.

Steve and Melissa: Congratulations on the new house! I'm hoping that we'll get a chance to check it out in the near future. February, as far as I know, is still go. Can't wait to see you two again. (Please, let me know how the decanter worked out!)

Andy and Nicola: Thank you for your company, and the dinners that you provided. We really must get together more often! (And, no, going drinking doesn't count.)

Walter, we need to get together. I had a great time at the blogger bash, but haven't seen you since. E-mail me, please?

To those who still read this site, after my numerous absences, thank you! I'm very flattered that anyone comes by, and seeing recurring hits always makes me feel good. Please stop by again.

May you all have a safe and wonderful holiday!

Update

We're back!

The surgery went well, and Alison is at home resting. I have wall to wall meetings today, including a 3 hour marathon brain-dump, so posting is going to be light. I will revise and extend this post when I get some free time.

Thanks to those who wished us well.

Yet another (scheduled) absence

I'm just getting into the swing of things, after an audit and a board meeting in the last two weeks, but I have to disappear for two more days. Many apologies.

My beloved is going in for wrist surgery at the world-renowned Steadman-Hawkins clinic in Vail. I'll be leaving today in about an hour, and will be incommunicado (except through my cell) till Thursday morning at the earliest.

I'd like to ask that you think happy recovery thoughts for Alison, as this is the third surgery she's had on the same problem, and we're both a little nervous. I'll let you know how it goes when I return.

Thank you.

Drunk elephants kill six people

You just can't make this stuff up.

Drunken elephants have trampled at least six people to death in the northeast Indian state of Assam, local officials say.
The herd of wild elephants stumbled across the supplies of homemade rice beer after they destroyed granaries in search of food.
The incident happened near Tinsukia, 550 kilometres (344 miles) from the Assam capital, Guwahati.
"They smashed huts and plundered granaries and broke open casks to drink rice beer. The herd then went berserk killing six people," a forestry official told AFP news agency.
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"It has been noticed that elephants have developed a taste for rice beer and local liquor and they always look for it when they invade villages," an elephant expert in Guwahati told Reuters news agency.

Submarines for food?

In the Guardian today.

South Africa cannot afford drugs to fight HIV/Aids partly because it needs submarines to deter attacks from nations such as the US, its health minister said.
Manto Tshabalala-Msimang told the Guardian that budgetary priorities meant her department could not provide anti-retrovirals to the estimated 4.5m South Africans with HIV. "We don't have the money for that. Where would it come from?"
Asked if it could come from defence savings from leaving out the submarines which formed part of a £4bn arms deal, the minister said that South Africa needed to deter aggressors: "Look at what Bush is doing. He could invade."

I wonder what color the sky is on her planet?

The secret life of the religious...

Snicker.

Via Fark

Over here!

From UPI:

A nasty winter storm that left nearly a foot of snow on the ground in northwest Oklahoma barreled east Wednesday, threatening dangerous icing from northwest Georgia to Pennsylvania.

Why can't we get any of that out here? Our season started off well, but now seems to be stalled. Copper's down to a 29" base and has only had 2" of snow this month. Yuck.

Oh, well. Think snow, everbody. I can't afford to tune my board every weekend after the ice and rocks have their way with it, and it sure is hard to ride on that brown stuff.

Goodbye

Will Warren is hanging up the pen. I'll miss him.

Thank you, Will. I enjoyed your site immensely.

Another on the list

I've been following the brouhaha involving Wilde and Jen, and it's damn near impossible to give a shit. Come on, people. Stop feeding the troll.

Jen has made it damn apparent that she's not entirely lucid. She argues like Coulter, swears like a longshoreman, acts like a petulant child, and can't put up with an opposing opinion. So what? Why can't we treat this chick like Nazimedia or Common Delusions; have a laugh and move on with life.

The only worthwhile thing to come out of this mess, with the exception of some of the best vitriol Andy has dished out in a while, is the discovery of Wilde. I waited a few days, let the hype die down, and went back through his archives. Very well spoken, unlike some we know.

So, without further ado, and without the chance of looking like yet another pack linker, Wilde joins the blogroll. Welcome. Prepare to be deluged by 2, maybe 3 hits a day.

PostScript: I've heard rumours of legal action being pursued by the aggrieved chick, and I wanted to clarify. As long as this maintains it's current level of name calling and delinking, I'm set to laugh. However, if someone decides that legal action is the preferred recourse, that takes this to a whole new level.

Advice for Jen? Don't go there.

Bow down before me...

For I am the #1 result on google for '"Genevieve Gorder" nude'.

Eat your heart out, Andy!

Oh, and by the way. I'm almost back. I am having problems finding things to write about that aren't depressing.