Rhinocrisy

Ah, yes, it’s a new year. Let’s review, shall we? In the last year I:

• Got my PhD
• Had my heart crushed by a beautiful girl
• Moved across the country, away from most of my friends and family
• Conceived the fantastic, foolish notion that I could spend my whole life writing

Perusing that list seems to suggest that 2008 was possibly the hardest year of my life. Small wonder I feel so weak and ill-prepared for 2009. I’ll set dim, mundane goals for myself. I will: floss regularly; visit a doctor (in a professional capacity); kiss a girl; learn to cook a new dish; buy some new clothes; swim in a warm ocean; dance more.^*

For the rest of you, please partake in our traditional New Year’s poll, to the left. The previous one is quite mature by now. I’m disappointed that more of you aren’t propositioning hot strangers.

^* Maybe I’ll allow myself something more ambitious - I will: form a cult of personality based on my mediocre singing voice and plenty of 4-hydroxybutanoic acid; make my followers construct a ziggurat at least three hundred and fifty-two feet high; reign over an empire of sin and blood-letting.

It seems Apple is following suit in recalling Li-ion batteries due to overheating/EXPLOSION!!!! This prompts us to a new poll, courtesy of Hedgehog.^*

^* Specially since that old one actually reached statistical significance for the first time ever. I’m a bit disappointed with the results, actually - more public support for flying belts might actually spur investment dollars into researching them. I want to own a fucking flying belt before I die, damnit. Plus, there’s only one damn Battle Cat, people, you’re not all going to be able to ride him.