Happy New Year!

Same as the last one but with a different number. 2007. Wow, over halfway through the decade. Remember when everyone was freaking out about Y2K? Seems like yesterday, except it wasn't.

Mom and I attended the annual New Year's Day party at the home of some Japanese friends of mine. We've been going for four years, I'm finally starting to recognize people. The food is all supposed to influence good luck and the sake rocks. Mom was tired and lasted for just a few hours but everyone was happy to see her again. They politely ignored the fact that she had very little control of the left side of her face. She's getting better, day by day, but it's a long process.

Did you overeat during the holidays? Did you enjoy yourself? I made prime rib for Christmas, do you know how much walking it will take to burn off an 8 oz serving? It will take 174 minutes of walking. No matter how much you wish it were so, unlike prison, the exercise doesn't work concurrently, no double dipping here. Then I have another hour of walking just to burn off the mashed potatoes. Waaah! A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

Divorce! Billionaire style. If only other people could be so reasonable.

A CSS cheat sheet. Too geeky for my own good.

People are getting more eccentric (crazy) by the year. The Bun Run? Man, I hate being cold. And wet. What will they think of next?

Give me a break. If the U.S. really wanted to delay the execution of Saddam, they shouldn't have turned him over to the Iraqis. Blowing smoke up the skirts of the masses. Oh well, what can you expect from a network that deliberately can't tell the difference between Osama bin Forgotten and Barack Obama?