It’s 2012, so I guess I should write a blog post.
I’ve reached the conclusion I’m not much of a blogger. If I have something to say, I tend to put that effort into other mediums. Why would anyone care what I think about any of this “blog stuff?” Face it, you don’t care, and that’s why you’re not reading this.
Okay, you are reading this. But I can’t guarantee it will be any good.
I live on a busy street. It’s not quite an interstate highway, but it’s definitely busy enough to kill the average house cat. In fact, I’ve rarely seen a live cat around here. The road is like a killer moat that erases all forms of feline life. Quite a few cats met their demise in 2011, and I suspect the new year will be the same for them. And it will be the same for you, too.
People like to believe the new year gives them some kind of “clean slate.” Well, it doesn’t. That yearly dividing line is arbitrary, and if you were dumb and stupid on December 31st, you will be exactly the same way on January 1st. The “new you” will last about 10 days or maybe ten minutes, and if you spent the last year jumping out in front of racing automobiles there are probably more screeching tires of death in your future. So what’s the solution?
Embrace who you are and stop kidding yourself. Or maybe just try to do better on a daily basis. And run fast.









