And there's a hand my trusty fiere

Well, another year looms large as 2006 wheezes its last gasps. While some would say good riddance to this asstard of years, I think it's getting a bit of a bad rap. So here's just a few of the high notes, in case you've forgotten them:

• Booberry cereal was re-introduced, and subsequently devoured.
  
• I wrote a three-page novella about a nasal zit
  
• I met the Easter Bunny... maybe.
  
• I started moving house. (I'm not sure if I've actually finished it, though)
  
• Due to my innovative vote-whoring campaign, I placed in the top three of Big Blogger 2.
  
• Two Words: IDF Hotties.
  
• We all discovered Jonathan Coulton.
  
• Did I mention the Hotties already?

While I'm on the subject of hotties, I scoured the intertron to find a picture of Dick Clark that was on par with the photo I used for my X-Mas post last week. Unfortunately my quest was doomed to failure. It seems Mr. Clark doesn't pose for those sorts of pictures... all the ones I found were full-frontal, and I just don't think anyone needs to see "America's oldest teenager." (if you know what I mean)

So you'll just have to make do with these last-minute replacements instead: (shamelessly stolen from the Jawa Report, btw)

Happy New Year, from me and mah bitches.