New Year's Eve Live Blogging

Yee Haw! It's a grand New Year's Eve here at Casa de Heywood. The Missus and BabyBoy are sleeping, the Genitical Twinlets are over at Grandma's house, and I'm drinking my way through the blogosphere. In other words, it's business as usual around here.

I've managed to inadvertently delete my entire collection of blog links while trying to load my new employer's remote access software, so I am bummed out. I've been surfing around trying to re-build the list, but it it time consuming, and time is the one thing I'm woefully short of. Sigh

Cox & Forkum have a great New Year's 'toon up: send it to the plotter and wallpaper your cube with same.

It's 11:30 PM and I really should start making plans on going down to the ice box in the basement and retrieving that bottle of cheap champagne.....

Riddle me this: What would possess someone to actually sit in front of their television and watch any of the Hip-Hoppin' New Rockin' Year's Eve bullsiht programs that are on tonight? I mean, Really? Those who can, do; and those who can't, sit any watch other people party.

Spent yesterday afternoon with some friends for a little Holiday festivity. The kids played, the adults drank and talked and drank. A good time was had by all. As usually happens with these friends, the talk turned political. He's a canadian (gag) and she's a flaming moonbat, I was somewhat outnumbered in the ensuing fracas. It went something like this:

Guess what that fcuker Bush did?
Ummm, lowered my taxes?
Fcuk off, I mean what he's doing now
Ahhh, liberating 50,000,000 people and fostering democracy in the Middle East?
NO, Ashsole! What he's proposing to do
Kill more terrorists?
SHUT THE FCUK UP, HE'S EVIL AND HE'S HITLER AND YOU SHOULD SHUT THE FCUK UP!!!!!
Oh, you meant his advancement of womens' rights on the global stage?
(completely un-repeatable invective)

Fortunately, at that point the dog knocked over their "Holiday Tree" and Great Commotion ensued, else I would have had to get nasty with my hosts. Wankers. Nice people, but total wankers. To talk that way in front of the children.

Yeah! It's Midnight! It's the New Year! Cheap champagne for everyone! Yawn.

Reminds me of a New Year's Eve a long time ago, I was determined to "pop some caps" at midnight. Being a semi-responsible fanatical gun nut and not being someone who just shoots wildly into the air, I whittled the lead out of half a dozen .38 Special rounds and capped them off with wax, to make semi-safe "blank" rounds. The appointed Hour arrived, and I dropped the six into the Ruger Speed Six and stepped out onto the porch to cap them off. Standing there, .357 in one hand and a bottle of cheap champagne in the other, I (at the last second) noticed the presence of a patrol car from the local police department parked at the end of my driveway. Talk about a "buzz-kill", I stuffed the side-arm down my pants, raised the bottle and shouted "Hakky Nebue Yerr" to be instantly lit up by the alley lights on the patrol car. The faithfull public servant was just parked there getting caught up on his paperwork, I'd be writing this from prison had I actually waltzed out onto the porch and started my celebratory shooting.

So don't go popping caps on the porch, 'cause you'll end up getting raped in prison. That's the moral of this story.

OK, it's late and I'm hungry. I gotta geaux, be back soon