Every so often, ’round this time of year, some deep thinker will yell out, “It’s not really a new year! The mark-off is totally arbitrary!” Oh, shut up. Yeah, it’s totally arbitrary, but one measures a circle beginning anywhere. Gotta mark it off somewhere. Still and all, this year, I felt nothing, oddly enough. Usually I get swept up in the whole resolution-making, new-beginning thing, to some degree; this year, no such. Ah well.
I didn’t do anything for New Year’s Eve, and haven’t for years. Once, I thought that New Year’s was bad luck for me. Then I realized that if you get everyone in the whole world drunk at once, and then bad things happen, luck has nothing to do with it.
Oh, yeah, cartoon! No annotations this week – it doesn’t make any sense to me, either!