Will You Be Alive in 1975?

And so I end 2004 as I ended 2003, cooking a romantic dinner for Lisa and chewing my nails about job-hunting at the AHA Conference next week. As I have no doubt told most of you, I stubbornly refuse to observe New Year's Eve, but I hope those of you who do have a great time tonight, with reasonable cover charges and kisses at midnight—and failing that, liquor and Madonna's underwear.

We're back from Bethesda and a fine holiday with the outlaws. I banged out some nice navel gazing 2004-in-review posts while there, but the news of the week made my sermons on the Daily Show and Aqua Teen Hunger Force seem even more flimsy and inconsequential than usual. So I'll probably just hold onto them until it seems more appropriate to post about stupid shit again. (Maybe Monday?)

Hope I see all of you in the so-called Real World soon. Blogging is fun but I'm all about the human contact in 2K5. Happy New Year.

Edit: robotnik's New Year's Rocking Eve Menu: (Clip and save!) 1998 Gini Toscana, Pork Tenderloin Medallions with Fennel and Olives in Orange Sauce, Spinach Sauteed with Shallots and Goat Cheese, Lake Champlain Chocolates, Orange Wedges, Extra-Strength Baileys Irish Sudafed Cocktails with Tylenol Cold & Sinus Chaser. Take two and call it a year, baby!