Happy New Year, Bonne Annee Nouvelle, Nuovo Anno Felice e Godt Nytt År!

As I am only this very moment coming out of my Holidaze and trying to excavate my sleepy Muchness, I fear I am merely scribbling something here so as not to have leftover Christmas ramblings and imagery come Spring Break. ("Great. This is just what I want to do on Easter Sunday ... take down Christmas decorations." -Roseanne)

As I am currently being distracted by an episode of Lie to Me, pending episodes of Deadliest Catch and Modern Family, the distinct possibility that Speaker John Boehner and/or Chris Matthews may weep about something on the news later today (probably both about Sarah Palin), an espresso that is growing horridly tepid and a overall, nagging feeling that I should probably go for a vigorous four-mile walk down the beach, I believe I shall state that This Was All She Wrote. Perhaps a nice musing to round things off this day? Hmmm.

Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

-the Very Necessary Hunter S. Thompson

Post Script: My blog may appear a wee wonky and rattled in the coming weeks. I am growing ever-frustrated with its photo-sidebar; it is my goal to integrate all apropos images within associated postings ... peut-etre, I will even move my blog altogether. Je ne sais pas.